So my pal, Steve Connelly, has a new liver and a new lease on life. We've shared more life than I can describe. He thinks we're connected cosmically. Who am I to question someone I'm connected to cosmically?
Once he let 12 bars go by in the studio with his hands by his side. We agreed that it was the perfect solo. He hadn't played a note. Now that's zen recording.
He's still a genius if a little less delicate. Maybe some of the lessons aren't about loss.