Across the Atlantic Sea
Sixties England has a strange attraction much talked about. Though I never understood the screaming JohnandPaulandGeorge (because honestly, Ringo?) worshippers in sold out concert halls of days of yore, there is something about those people and that time and older England in general - the Stones, the Beatles, Donovan, the flurry of minidresses and long hair and technicolour and black and white press photos. Many biographers have discussed it better than I can, but I can appreciate its presence.
We live in a time removed from that one in possibility and attitude. We have our own heroes, more individual perhaps but still there - bike messengers and Michael Franti, Kimya Dawson and Chris Sharma. We can't live in the past, but it's still a beautiful refuge.
Over and out.
