And
so it continued... One weekend after another. Always looking to improve, to
make the experience more complete. Setting the mood. One minute full-on, come
on, let's have it. The next deep inside, taken, possessed by the music, tranced
out - the rhythm carrying us all forward. Who is this guy? Dear god he's good.
The privilege of playing tunes. Those times when I got it just right, just so,
knowing the joy. Oh, yes! And all along those special experiences. Not just,
or even highlights, just simply the way it should be. Like being greeted by
a lovely, wonderful, hippy girl who instantly dropped everything to show me
around, baby in push chair and all. Having my nails painted in a place of peace
and compassion. An unknown guy helping me with my flight cases. Snatched conversations,
some deep, but most just talking complete bollocks. Ha, the fun of it. All the
hugs I gave and received. Some people really care. Lunacy, laughter, playfulness,
acting my shoe size, not my age. Such laughter. And all the time, just lovin'
it.