It’s been a hard week in a hard month, in a hard year, where many of my musical colleagues have punched their ticket for the big tour bus in the sky. Some close friends and collaborators, some who I worked with here and there, some who I’d only shared a tale with in a bar or a studio.
Music seems to keep one young, at least mentally, so we keep on doing what we do, and it’s only when our contemporaries start going down that the full realization of THE ZONE , and the fact that we’re in it, takes hold.
Well, I’ve got a new record for the kiddies I have to start, and this time I’ll have all of the celestial bus-riders in mind as I do it !
I was a legal alien (to quote Mr. Sumner) for 25 years. I’ve been a citizen for a further 15 years.
I love this country as my home, my childrens’ and grandchildrens’ home, the place where I’ve spent the larger portion of my adult life. I was stunned by 9/11, I was stunned by Lockerbie, I’m stunned by the events in Boston today.
I’m always mainly stunned by the fact that so many international factions harbor such hatred for a country and a population that has always seemed to me the most welcoming and kind of nations. To me, it was the place I always wanted to be, and the realization of that ambition was one of the most significant events of my life.
I don’t agree with some of the political currents; I find some of the social problems and ethical divisions to be difficult for a European liberal to grapple with, but, at the nitty-gritty, it’s still everything that the Great Experiment continues to work towards.
Still an imperfect union in many ways, but so much better than most pluralistic societies, especially the old residues of Empire, where the chickens have come home to roost in often predictable but alarming ways.
Is it envy? Is it age-old religious divisions? Is it just the human race showing once again that we don’t really deserve to be here in what Louis Armstrong rightly labeled “ What A Wonderful World”?
No answers here, I’m afraid, but we’re dealing with yet another national wound, and I had to say something.