The lonesome cowboy calls out the resonant gods of the past... Yep, bring forth those giant bowls of peyote & psylocibin. Zappa, too.
Let's head to Red Rocks and be the Fool on the Hill. The End is Nigh, they say!! Let's go forth in one last blast. Groove with Jimi the songs of the past. Janis and Summertime approach.. The Holding Company sears us...
Oh those singing guitars.. They soar and ripple.. Combine to transport us. The driving beats of Bonham and Moon.... It that Tommy Bolin? Ah,, yes but that sweet slide of Duane Allman.. Oh My,, hear the clarity... The purity...
The End is Nigh!!!
Randy California sings to us... John writes the lyrics and we Imagine a new world, a new Heaven. Jimi unites us all in one grand last riff of being. Hey Joe, Does the Wind Cry Mary?
Hear them.. far away but closer now....Closer to My Home.. Ah, a blur... Even Joni joins... We Are Stardust....
Is that really Streisand/Garland and Lea Michelle/Chris Colfer performing wondrous duos on TV? Saw them both and cried each time, sublime ...
It is morning now,,, We live. We breathe. No longer distant... Somewhere over That Rainbow...
My Rapture captured in the mists of time, but the Band Played On.... DFH's all...