Well, more plumbing the musical depths. In the summer of '79 I was a freshly minted high school graduate, and 2 year veteran of many rock gigs. I can't really remember the circumstances, but I ended up meeting some new players with the prospect of a new band. There was a new girl in town, Judi Judy, a deeply tanned sexy sprite in a halter top and belting out her best Ann Wilson impression. I fell hard and fast for her.
I remember being out in Pacific Beach...Chuck the drummer had a place there, and Judi was crashing in the spare room of a neighbors house. I remember ending up next to her on her mattress on the floor, talking of musical dreams and slowly losing clothes to impetuous youth and sultry sounds playing on the record player. My one daliance with her, but that was enough to cement my love/lust/longing/etc. What does a 17 year old know?
The band came together...a two guitar situation (I'd always played in power trios) with Judi fronting the band, doing a mix of classic rock (which was modern rock back then, Zeppelin, etc) but with a heavy dose of Heart tunes. And so the band White Lightning and Wine was born. We rehearsed in a rented 6 bedroom house up on Mt. Soledad (ah, those were the days), which was occupied by an every changing assortment of about a dozen.
Our coming out gig was at the house, and we were in fine form. Back then I was a fairly shy guy around women, and I followed Judi like a puppy dog. But also typical was my inability to really socialize between sets or before a gig (and often, even after). I was so wrapped up in the music, and so painfully shy that I just couldn't do it.
Well, Judi, being the beautiful and sultry little butterfly, made the rounds, and met another guitar player who was there to check us out. Or check her out more likely. I can't remember his name...perhaps Wes? He was older, had long sideburns, and swept her off her feet and away from me. Right into one of the unoccupied bedrooms in the house. That night my heart broke for the first time. Wouldn't be the last...
So tonight I sit flying solo, listening to old Heart tunes. Guess music is the touchpoint for me and brings back places and sounds and smells and pain. Oh yeah, and some joy too. If I look hard enough...I'm too tired to look right now though. Whatever comes, comes.
We may still have time
We might still get by
Every time I think about it I want to cry
With the bombs and the devils
And the kids keep coming
Nowhere to breathe easy...no time to be young
But I tell myself that Im doing alright
Theres nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you
My love is the evening breeze touching your skin
The gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind
The whisper that calls, after you in the night
And kisses your ear in the early light
You dont need to wonder, youre doing fine
And my love, the pleasures mine
Let me go crazy on you
Wild mans world is crying in pain
What you gonna do when everyone is insane
So afraid of wanting, so afraid of you
What you gonna do....ahhhhhhhhhh
Crazy on you, crazy on you, let me go crazy crazy on you
I was a willow last night in my dream
I bent down over a clear running stream
I sang you the song that I heard up above
And you keep me alive with your sweet, flowing love
