Thanks to all for the interesting exchange about "The Wolf That Lives In Lindsay" from the "Bread And Roses Festival" at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley, California on September 4, 1978. I drug it out (dragged it out?) of my CD-R collection and really, really enjoyed it. Especially "The Wolf That Lives In Lindsay". It's one of those times when her story telling / singing / songwriting skills and her mystical beliefs really come together and show why we love her so much. During "Lindsay", she even stops to tune but it doesn't matter because she starts doing a wolf "howwwwwl". She never loses the audience.
I really value this 'place', this JMDL. Especially now that it looks like I'm gonna have to lose touch again, (working >50 hours a week again) to keep things together. Anyway, thank you, friends. Turning now to Marian's discussion of playing, and being in the "zone". You said, >>I felt that what came out during most of that song was better than anything that had ever before happened to me during a performance or practicing. The perception of the result is an individual experience, though - two different people might have two different perceptions, and musical taste is so individual that one person might not like the result at all, while the other person would think it was nice. I felt good about Wolf that time, but other people might not have liked it, or maybe they don't like the way I sing.>>> Now me. Music is very mutable and evanescant that way. I remember, Marian, when you were playing "Overture" in Ashara's living room. I apologize for re-telling this story but I must: We didn't know each other at all at that point. I'm a bit of a hermit, lacking in normal graces sometimes, and prone to getting overly excited. Anyway, I had never heard anyone even *attempt* "Overture" but when you started it, I was just shocked. It knocked the wind out of me. It was perfect and yet, you had such a physical grace about playing it, that it seemed as though you wrote it. (Okay, now I'm gonna sound like a real idiot but I don't care: You transported me to the logic of it. The rightness of the composition.) When I got my wind back, I giggled and shook my head. On the inside, I was stunned and amazed. What you percieved was that I was snickering at you. I don't know how I can ever make that up to you because it was a TOTAL miscommunication. I love your playing and I guess I need to say that until I don't feel guilty anymore. I'm so sorry. Marian, you have *it*. Thank you. I hope this isn't too personal for the List. Jim
