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Where had this desire come from? How did this Eastern
stuff seep into my life? Did it begin the first time I heard
Coltrane blow India or Africa or a Love Supreme? When I
saw John McLaughlin and Carlos Santana take the stage
filled with candles at the Kabuki, all dressed in white. So
blissed out and blessed out by Sri Chimnoy as they wailed on
their electric guitars. Listening to Miles play Bitches Brew
live at the Hollywood Bowl or the opening chords of that
weird Beatles song on Revolver? The first smell of jasmine
incense? The first sound of the tabla drum? And when did
the trance become real, that unusual rhythmic beat that had
beckoned me for long, how did it become an integral part of
my life?
Oh, and toss this one in if you really want to be left alone. ‘I
am really into it.” Or this one: “It’s a really tough one.”
The first time that these words came spilling off my lips
they worked so well that I laughed out loud, reveling it their
power, it was that good. I used it on her after watching a
brutal 49er loss one Sunday afternoon (it was the early
game). Not wanting to see a soul afterwards, I retired to the
mancave where I went to console myself with several cold
ones, a corned beef sandwich and some SCTV videos.
Sometime during the afternoon she knocked on the door and
asked how I was. I turned down the volume and told her I
was meditating. After my reply she walked away from that
door saying not to worry and talk to her as soon as I was
ready. When I emerged later that afternoon she could not
have been more sympathetic (and affectionate!). Do you
really think she cared about how pitifully the secondary
handled itself that afternoon (please just turn the fuck
around and look at the ball) or that she would have reacted
as well if she found me on the couch in the living room in the
same scenario?
Ingredients.