Last week-end, I went to the three day music festival in Austin, Texas, known as ACL. Something like 150 bands and eight stages. The second day it poured rain all day and was basically a wet T-shirt contest with a loud musical score. The third day the entire venue was a giant mud pit. I went from the soaring high of being back-stage during Jack White's sloungy rock set with Dead Weather to the lowest of lows being spit out into the crowd and the 8" deep mud pit. It was crazy fun. Around 50,000 fans were there, mud-dogging it, some naked, Woodstock style. That's 50,000 people slopping around in the mud for one thing: THE MUSIC. I love that and I feel good about life on this planet as long as this is happening.
I was having the kind of day today that felt like a quicksand bath. I had a horrible headache, felt clumsy in my body and was wondering why I thought I could ever write another book. I stumbled around town and then finally gave up all thoughts of working, working out or eating healthy. Instead I went to a theater and saw the movie “It might get a little loud” with Jimmy Page, Jack White and the guy from U2. Ten minutes in to it, I realized that half of the time we are hungry, it is not for food. It is for a higher vibration, which you can sometimes get from food, but that is only part of it. This movie fed my being on every level. As an artist, a creative person, a lover of music, a lover, a rebel, a student, a teacher, an ageless creature, a spirit. It passed the heart leaping test one hundred fold, my heart was lurching forward at the communion of vibration with others who live for and on inspiration.
An elegantly smoldering and musically intoxicating Jimmy Page talks about how it begins as a creative spark, catches fire and then burns bright. We KNOW that place and live for it. Everything else pales by it. It is the energetic addiction.
Why am I so in love with the electric guitar these days?
It’s the amplification. Artists have this deep need to connect with others. It doesn’t matter if it’s through music or words or painting or circus balloons. But the electric guitar is the physical instrument of amplification. Pure vibration, Loud. With your hair messed up.
I can’t get enough Jimi Hendrix, Rick Dufay, Doyle Bramhall II, Cream, BB King, the list goes on. Just can’t get enough.
The romance started on my birthday a few days ago. I blocked out the world and plugged into music, completely. I hit SHUFFLE on my I Tunes so that the universal DJ could do it’s thing and play songs that matched the vibration I was in of profound love, bliss, private revolution and sacred soulfulness. My day was a movie with a soundtrack of songs like early CSNY (heavy on the Neil Young), “War” by Lennon and “Give You My Heart” by Doyle Bramhall II. I was no longer an appreciator of deeply connected music, I was an extension, an amplification of this holy vibration. The playlist kept getting better as the day went on, taking me deeper and deeper. Rick Dufay emailed a live guitar solo and put the cherry on top. Wrapped up or encoded in this music is every human emotion, every heart-quaking desire, every bone-splitting pain, every love-tendered salve; in other words the full human experience, which is the new spirituality.
There is new music to be made to keep us all matched up together in this vintage sensuous dimension known as Planet Earth and the fully engaged human journey. I can’t wait....