You wrote the note.

This track serenaded me during wheels-down in a gray, rainy France in June all those years ago--not to visit, to live. As we coasted on the tarmac at CDG, that guitar riff barked out of foam-covered headphones and a worn TDK in my player, and the cascade of drums urged me from apprehension to exhilaration. I was gonna do it.

What, I didn't know. But I was. I had to. I was already there.

And, funny, I thought I didn't have this--and I had wanted it--but it is already here.

She was waiting outside the door

Today:

So if life is your table and fate is the wheel

Watch this and know that a lot of what you see happening on stages both diminutive and vast today is happening because this happened:



To that end, and if you are a fan of what happened (and is happening), you should also watch this documentary. The "aliens arrived" in 1972 and changed what happened after.