Today was the first day I've ever listened to Creedence Clearwater Revival for over an hour and I knew every song. And I loved each song more than the one prior. It made me think about Bonnaroo and how this year I will be returning home the day after the festival ends. One of the artists that is performing is John Fogerty and man I would love to lay on that lawn Sunday evening and feel the spirit of the 60s with all the ccr songs.
It may be hard to imagine why I would wish I was going to be in Tennessee in the hot dry sun with a bunch of smelly, intoxicated, and sometimes deceitful people when I am in a country whose civilization is over 2000 years old. I think it's because once someone said that India has so much history and culture and spirituality and the US is so young, a melting pot of borrowed culture, with a shameful history.
When I am here I am not searching for anything ancient or spiritual. I am searching for part of an american spirit from the 1960s that was left by harrison, ginsberg, alpert, and jerry!
It rarely rains in Chennai, it rained 3 days ago now. At bonnaroo it rains every Saturday night, at the pinnacle of the night during the peak of the festival. I think it's because 80,000 plus with 80,000 emotions each are chanting, dancing, loving, fearing, freaking out, plugged in, turned up, whacked out, passed out all at once and there's nothing the earth in that place at that time can do but pour down one everything all at once. It's a reminder that under the blanket we are all connected to everyone on the farm and under the sky. Even me over in Chennai.
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