Ah, the whole day planning for a difficult call. There will be more of them. The times are raw and unforgiving. People act as if there will be a long period of great scarcity ahead. Perhaps they’re right.
A friend in Tokyo sent me a clip and suggested I take a peek. It was a rock biopic on Steve Winwood. I haven’t been in a Traffic phase for a while. Anxious, busy and bereft of patience, I was disinclined to click on the link. I knew how it would begin. I knew the progression, and all the relevant players.
I must have had a moment where I paused before clicking on the New York Times for the seventeenth time that day, in search of a meaningful update, and wound up clicking the Winwood link instead. My friends and I joke about it but truly rock video from this era operates in a manner not unlike porn. I want to scan the video to see who is going to appear, when and hours can pass in the blink of an eye.
In this case I joined Steve (and his brother who was the bassist in the Spencer Davis Group, and Eric Clapton, Paul Weller and the bass player from the Move, etc. ) in a reflection on Winwood’s earliest days, the time in the Spencer Davis Group and the departure for Traffic. As two minutes turns into twenty-two minutes I can see that I will need to finish this rockumentary, if not today, then soon. heWhat a remarkable voice he had and to see him there on the organ in some old church in the Cotswolds was lovely to see. That's how I'll imagine him then, traipsing through Chipping Camden.
Tuesday 3/31/20
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