Hey Joe!
I was walking around in a funk when I happened upon some Hendrix riffs; and leaned up against the Times Square pillar in my yellow parka and just listened. I was the only one around and the guy was playing his heart out. When he finished song one, he looked up at me, grinned and said, and now for a real classic. With that he launched into Hey Joe - where ya goin’ with that gun in your hand… My blues vanished. I understood what a touch of music could do for you. Deposit a few bucks in his case and on my way to wherever.
Comments
Comment from Lester
Time: March 18, 2008, 8:43 pm
Hey James. Followed your link. A great tribute to Dave and his thoughtful blog commentaries.
Comment from Barrett
Time: March 19, 2008, 12:14 am
Yes, music can pull you out of time…and those momentary funks we find ourselves in.
James: Thanks for that link. You obviously grok all this.
- Barrett
Comment from James Lomax
Time: March 18, 2008, 5:47 pm
Indeed. It’s a hell of a tune.
Hey man….you might be interested in this:
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