Wednesday, August 18, 2004

It's in my ears and in my eyes.

I love the way the right tune at the right moment can suddenly transport you.

I was walking down Northumberland Street this afternoon when the sound of saxophone drifted towards me.

There was a youngster outside Fenwicks, she could only have been 13 at the most, and she was playing a very funky version of Penny Lane. It immediately brought a smile to my face and seconds later I was back at Glastonbury, listening to Macca and dancing in inches of mud in my wellies.


Love, light and peace,


I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care.