The Language Of Peace*

white rabbit & somebody to love

I'm currently reading Patti Smith's Just Kids (merci Claude!) and thinking how fun it must have been growing up in the 60s! I'm actually envious of her life. Being too shy to go inside, she was sitting on the steps of a music studio on the night of a party celebrating its opening. There, Jimi Hendrix told her he was shy too and didn't like parties. Patti wrote a poem for Janis Joplin and sang it to her on a night when Janis felt lonely. I want to relate to Jimi and sing to Janis and listen to Jefferson Airplane with everybody else for the first time too! I'm going to re-read this book as soon as I finish it and look up all the artistic references.

*Jimi's definition of music.