9/11 memories, I had been preparing for a concert in San Francisco w/Stanely Jordan, Kai Eckhardt, and an ending jam with Zakir Hussain, Mikey Hart and a bunch of other great musicians, I guess the name dropping ain’t all that important but it was a big deal to me at the time. That morning I was faced with all of my BS. For a minute I was like “the concert is going to be cancelled, damn”. And then the truth of all them people down there at the towers and nearby sank in, the reality of it all. It’s like a tee shirt I’ve seen with a nuclear bomb detonating in the background and someone running screaming “my career”.
I later hiked behind by house in northern new jersey (about 45 mi out of NYC) and I could see the smoke rise in the distance. Then a freaky thing happened on that mountain, I found a little green toy soilder, like the ones I had as a kid, some dude in an army uniform carrying a rifle. I immediately thought we must be going to war. You know how the rest goes…
