2001 ... fade in and fade out again ...
Just about sums it up, this thing called life. At the turn of the millenium
I remember thinking that that very marked, though albeit overly emphasised,
point in our stretch on Earth was so significant it wouldn't pass without
humanity saying to itself ... got to row a little harder.
... nothing lasts for long ...
I started 2001 with more Joni than I had ever done. Playing Joni on CD, on
guitar, on stage solo, with a band, in my head, even in a big green taxi
that sped me through dusty over-crowded Indonesian streets. Suddenly, by
April, it was all gone, past and consigned to memory. Suddenly, I was in
America.
... everything comes and goes ...
Star-date April 4th 2001, Judy's Chelsea, NYC. I met JMDLers Rose, Alison,
Debra, Lori (in France), Patrick and of course David Lahm. Down at that
Chelsea cafe we were ... To let you understand, I'd been travelling so long
I was the thumb and the satchel, not the rented Rolls Royce. I didn't know
if I'd ever see these gals again. In May, I had the pleasure of hooking up
with JMDLers Diane, Julius and Paz in New Orleans. By this stage I reckon I
must have been using up good Karma mileage from former flight-times. By
Capts. Hook and Crook, I finally made it up to Boston and the Joni Fest and
I wanted it to go on and on. Early September and the living was easy.
JMDLers Lori Fye and the down under Hell woman (eh no, not quite) and I
drove south to Manhattan on the Monday before that Tuesday. I came to the
city ... There are very few times I can recall having felt so alive, free
and happy.
... just in dreams we fly, in my dreams ...
How such butterflies could turn into bombers, well ... Just when you're
thinking you finally got it made ... that glimmer of hope I'd had that
somehow humanity could get itself back to the ... seemed further away than
ever. What am I saying here? To anyone who hasn't been to a JoniFest; try
your utmost to, coz life is too short and no sooner has it faded in ...
WtS xxx
