Last Chance Texaco

Laura Nyro was a teacher for me at a time when I was starving for musical direction, when I needed emotional enunciation. Her dignity didn’t transcend circumstances, it celebrated them.

There, that was the direction I wanted to grow in. A sun formed and brought an orderly orbit to my randomly scattered planets.

Musicians opened the door to imaginary places, to better realities, and Jimi’s music was the place I belonged. This young man penetrated my teenage mind. He transcended. Hendrix was ethereal, and few of us ever reach that cloud.

Who can say what anyone experiences when it comes to music?