Paul McCartney

A man I know who lives in The Richmond says he left his window open Friday and heard Paul McCartney and his band doing a sound check mid-morning before their performance that night at Outside Lands, the music and art festival in Golden Gate Park.

"That's pretty cool," I said.

I can't imagine going to a rock concert now, I didn't say, and I don't like hearing what I don't want to hear, and what I don't want to hear is what I haven't asked to hear, that kind of hearing really gets to me.

I live in The Presidio. I too can hear sounds from the Outside Lands concert at Golden Gate Park when the wind moves in a certain direction. And only when a rap band is onstage. 

I seem to be outside a certain kind of music now, at a time in my life when I realize this is the only way I'll ever think from now on.

I like the sound of words though, even though there are all kinds of rules about language and how it should or shouldn't be used, and when I read good writing I feel I have a chance of getting into the real world.

"The universe is then one, infinite, immobile...it is not capable of comprehension and therefore is endless and limitless, and to that extent infinite and indeterminable, and consequently immobile." (Giordano Bruno).