Everything good starts with a pick and a guitar.  In some mystical way when the guitar starts to play, the tones and the truth and the tales ride the waves, the waves of sound in the air, in the air. If I close my eyes while the music plays, will this moment be remembered forever, forever.  The bodies around me are holding me up, we all bounce, and we move, and we move, like we're one. There is no me, only us, only us, and this BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,BOOM.  And the sound is in control, that's why they call it rock-n-roll.  Forget who you are. Forget where your at, forget, forget,... remember. You feel so small, so small,... so big.  All this love, this love, we are all made of love.  And on the way home, your ears ring and they ring and the smile on your face tells it all,... tells it all.  And the feeling is filling and satisfying.