I can't believe this happened. I still have goosebumps. Patti Smith, live at Amoeba.
I also can't believe she chose to do some of the very songs that have held me close in safety these past few years: "Gimme Shelter." "Perfect Day." "Helpless." That's weird and beautiful, scary too ... thank you, Patti Smith.
I thought after meeting Tina Turner, I could just die. Hey, life doesn't get any better than th
at! Climax! Then Joan Baez did an instore at Leopold Records in Berkeley, and I got to meet her as well. Of course I thought: now I can die. Zenith! (I am aware that this is not healthy thinking, okay?)Those were the records that I listened to as a child -- these were the women who saved my life. How many chances do you get to look someone in the eye wh
o stormed the world and demanded change, and damn well GOT THE CHANGE? How many chances does a person get to thank them -- in person?
But if you're digging back in the crates of time, you can't ignore that one Saturday night on NBC, I was maybe about 8 years old ... The Patti Smith Group performed. All of a sudden, I knew this was a world that I could live in, I could thrive.





