I have been enjoying the music that never stopped for more than a quarter century. Living in France, or Europe more generally, it is a lonely passion. The Grateful Dead are never played on radio stations here. People typically look at me blankly as I explain the “why” of the Dead (over an espresso). On the other hand, for almost as long I have been passionately listening to Mozart’s music, interpreted by many a virtuoso. No problems with getting an audience here.

In rock’n’roll (Stones, Floyd, Clapton, Dylan…) there are many other extraordinary talents all of whom I saw multiple times (except Zeppelin). And in classical music, there are scores of exceptional composers. But in both categories, I reserve a special–and shared–sense of appreciation. In songs like Althea, Unbroken Chain or Birdsong, I feel a certain chill that I also have the pleasure of experiencing when I listen to Mozart’s Magic Flute, Don Giovanni, Symphony No 25 or the introduction to the Requiem. Of course, in both cases, it depends on the performance and the mood I find myself in at the time. But that’s the magic.

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