Victor: The song remains the same indeed. I was listening to a Dead band tonight even as you were. They opened for my friend's funk band in North Beach, San Francisco. Small planet, one love. I've been listening to American Beauty of late, religiously. Can't get enough of Ripple. What do you want me to do? Let's send Joni a Box of Rain.
Coming home I drove over the Golden Gate Bridge listening to Tracy Chapman. We concur: money's only paper, only ink. And she's buying a stairway to Heaven. There was a National Guard humvee idling there in the fog. Friction in the space between. Few things are as beautiful as that bridge and the edge of the continent wonder water it spans. Beautiful as life itself. And life is beautiful...can I get a witness? Stream of conciousness, ya'll. I remember a Neil Young tour a year or so ago when he played at Concord Pavilion hereabouts...same place I saw Joni play dulcimer, piano and acoustic guitar in '83. Point is, he had candles situated on stage creating a living room for true believers. I'm mindful of the law of conservation of energy. Energy is neither created nor destroyed. Think about it. Thoughts? Right now I'm taking a moment to ponder sound and vision. Let's discuss. I love this list. Talked to Kakki, Yael, Paz, Marcel, Rose, Ashara and Alison this week. Yael sang and played for me over my cell phone so beautifully as I crossed the bridge on the blue Halloween moon on my way to Palo Alto. It was the first time I've heard her voice. Does anyone get the phenomenon known as goosebumps when enraptured by an epiphany? I did. I do. What a wonderful, talented woman she is. Got a postcard from Paz today he sent me from Nice, France. I'm visioning him remembering me as he wandered down the Champs D'llyse from cafe to cabaret. Such a blessing thinking how I feel to find such very good friends of mine. Kakki and I shared secrets over the phone and made plans to get together west coast style in Tahoe snow. It is always so wonderful to talk to her...I love her so, so much. Oh, I spoke to Big Walt, too, but never made it to the Castro. Still such a pleasure to connect voice to voice. I sensed our kindrid spirits even via satellite. Wednesday's Joni's birthday and my brother, Benji's too. I love being Scorpio with them. You don't know how it feels to be me. (Do you?) But I digress. Victor. Keep singing and playing. You're amazing. Thanks for sharing. Thank you all. It's late. The sun is rising in the east. Good morning. Good night. -Julius ----- Original Message ----- From: "Victor Johnson" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "joni" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Friday, November 02, 2001 9:28 PM Subject: late night report (njc) > It's a little after midnight and I just returned home. Robert Plant is > howling from the other room, as I turned the on the tv and "The Song Remains > the Same" happened to be on. > > I really felt tonight that after playing with the dead band to rooms with a > hundred people, I've really retained the energy I experienced there and with > the powerful LRBaggs pickup I use, I could almost hear drums behind me and > in any case, conveyed all of that energy in my playing and it didn't make a > difference that there were only a few people in the room. It is a really > beautiful room to play in, with candles, about 8 couches, and several comfy > chairs. I wish there was some way I could beam people in by satellite. > > Victor > > setlist: > > Scarlet > Wendy > Way to Blue > American Beauty > Wanderlust > Amelia > Cassidy > Beneath the Silver Moon > Frontporch Dreaming > Free Man in Paris > > Victor Johnson > http://www.cdbaby.com/victorjohnson > > "Velveteen rabbits and moonbeams, > Come when you lay down your head. > While you are sleeping, they kiss you and tell you, > That you are the reason the sun lights the sky." > Scarlet-V. Johnson
