Music: Spoken Word
San Francisco, in the middle of 60s,
was a very special time and space to be a part of,
but no explanation,
no mix of words or musical memories
can touch that sense of knowing
that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world
Whatever it meant
it was madness in any direction
at any hour
you can strike sparks anywhere
there was a fantastic universal sense that
whatever we were doing was right
that we were winning
and that, I think, was the handle.
that sins of inevitable victories over the forces of old and evil
none of any mean or military sins, we didn't need that;
our energy would simply prevail.
We had all the momentum,
we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave,
so now, less than five years later,
you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west
and with the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the high water mark
that plays with the wave finally broke and rolled back