Music Even in the Quiet

Sometimes I don't feel the cold and the wind when I look up at the stars or the moon. The moon lights up the snow, shadows fall of the trees and, the sense is almost like being on the edge of the universe, looking up, I almost have no body. But I do . . .

I chose this blog title for a song on "After Bathing at Baxters," one of my all time favorite albums back then, when it came out, and still is. An old friend gave it to me a few years ago, and like the boxed Jimi somebody else gave me, listening to it is like opening a doorway onto a room full of stuff. Music and smells do that, well, what doesn't do that, I guess. I have a program from an Airplane concert that I saw in Providence in probably 1967, that does the same thing. The "Ultimate Spinach" opened for them. I can still see the cops standing around the front of the stage, the classic light show. The program is a book with pictures and lyrics, what a treasure.


















Anyhow, it seemed encouraging, this title, and to name the blog in this way, even if nobody knows. I'm not sure I want to give it away, but I notice several folks out there on blogger come up with the Airplane in their profile. Cheers.

It's quiet and cold tonight, and if I try, in my head (feed your head) I can hear that band taking off.