The Road I've
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.