I'm a fool. And this is my autobiography --
Well on his way his head in a cloud. The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud. But nobody ever hears him. Or the sound he appears to make. And he never seems to notice. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down. And the eyes in his head? See the world spinning around.
That's Paul McCartney's song, of course. The Fool on The Hill describes me, and perhaps it describes us all? I don't know about that, but I do know that it describes me. As does this --
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? How many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind...
I first heard Blowin' In The Wind when Peter, Paul and Mary sang it. I was maybe six or seven. This song has influenced me for almost 50 years.
I hope you like my taste in music. If you do, maybe we can influence each other.