Eliot was wrong; May is the cruelest month, at least here in the Center of Universe this particular year. Lingering winter infirmities, a miserable San Francisco spring and, of course, the mixed blessing of having passed that peculiar threshold where one becomes officially old. I am now a card carrying member of the Medicare set; I am invisible to young women; the next fishing license I buy will not expire until I do. When I was younger–which seems about 20 minutes ago–I subscribed to that great philosopher Neil Young’s credo: “It’s better to burn out than it is to rust.” Now, I’m thinking rusting has a certain appeal; it works for Richard Serra. Fair warning to all; I plan to be a rage, don’t whine kind of old person.
You know who I think is underrated? Terry Riley. A lot of people think of him as a one-hit wonder but I’ve been listening to a lot of his stuff lately and it brings me great pleasure.