What A Day, Indeed....

It appears the acrid smoke from this morning's technical fumbles has cleared. I hope your thirst is slaked as is mine, now that we're on our way to interface with Wally and his work in our own ways when he embarks on tour. There's a certain sense of unfinished business, I think. I suspect there are a few neurons in my brain that are trembling with paranoia that it's all too good to be true-that something has to go wrong. Doesn't make sense, I know. Gladly, I have a billion or so other neurons that are far more laid-back, and most of them are in repose, sighing with relief. ~~~ Of late, I have discovered the connections that a common passion can create. The sense of community one feels when they join the 'following' fold can be very empowering. Granted, in the contemporary context, such connections are often passed across wires and satellites and signals, not the organic contact of bygone years. Although I would love to gather together with you all, like some mad book club, I realize the confines of each of our respective realities. I am honored to join you all in deep appreciation of the music. I end this maniacal day of booked flights and bank balances thankful to share with you a moment of something bigger than all of us. Something bigger than the very man who made it, something that soars above all our heads. That something is not just the music itself, or the bright lights and lovely images, it is the visceral joy we will feel at our moment to connect...not just with Wally, but with each other. We may experience that half a world away from each other, but in the end, we were all there. I hope Wally, as the inspired creator of the thread that passed through, will feel a sense of it as well.~~~ Rest easy, 'Wall-nuts,' we're on our way to __________ XO-Paige Image Courtesy: Daniel Boud