The Road I've Travelled

The road to rock is a hard one. For some it's a quest for a crock of gold at the end of a rainbow. It's a road littered with broken hearts, broken dreams and broken lives. For others it's a path of self-discovery in search of the grail. And for some it's a mixture of both.

The road started for me in a back street in London it lead me up the High road where the local record shop played Dion, "the last of the one named singers" singing The Wanderer on an outside speaker mixing with busy traffic noise.

The road lead me to watch Jimi Hendrix at the Ram Jam club with fellow musical travellers, down the Cold Blow Lane where I picked up my love for football and into deepest Kent.

Sometimes I lost sight of the road for the trail of empty beer cans. Sometimes I couldn't
See the road for the 2 white crystal lines that seemed to stretch out in front of me.

Today, the road has led me to the top of Glastonbury Tor. I often watch the sun set over the Mendips to the sound of fellow traveller Haggis playing the bagpipes. If I try to take twelve simple steps in one day I seem to travel a lot further than I have ever done before.

Arthur Kitchener July 18th 2004

For example the journey from Kamakura to Kyoto takes twelve days. If you travel for eleven but stop with only one day remaining, how can you admire the moon over the capital.
"Nichiren Daishonin"