I
had to work on Independence Day, so much for freedom. I played a gig in Venice.
The usual suspects were there. Tree Man and the others. I didn’t get a chance
to see many fireworks. After my gig I took a stroll on the beach. It must have
been about eleven o’clock. I was walking on the sand heading toward the water
when I saw a flying butterfly in the sky. It exploded beautifully in the
distance. I love fireworks. It’s a nice contrast to the dark sky.
I happened to have a harmonica in
my pocket. It’s a long story. I’ll save you the details. I started to play it
as walked toward the water. There was nobody on the beach. It was dark and
empty. Perfect. I thought this would make a great movie. A man playing the
harmonica on an empty beach. I started blow the harp real load. I was just playing any old thing. It didn't matter. I was alone.
I made
it to the water. The ocean was calm. I bent down and touched it with my hand. I
stepped back and took a look around. Ahh, freedom.
