The buddha of my youth turns 60 today. My first show was 31 (oh, god) years ago and a long lasting relationship was born. The albums do have a few clunkers, but the highest highs and lowest lows were all there commemorated in just the right way, and the shows never wavered. There’s moments of political awareness, spiritual renewal and joyous abandonment to be found at every show.
The telling thing is that the shows still matter, even more so than the records. My daughter looks at my Itunes and chides me for so many versions of Kitty’s Back. So yeah, I’ll be in the arena for one more go round in November.
Some of the favorites, you get the idea. Catch a show
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