They wanted to know if I believed in magic. I did. I suppose I still do. It finally dawns on me that rock'n'roll is just what we called it. The music didn't die. We're down to two of the originators now. Down from three just a week ago with the loss of Fats.
Fame and fortune never really called to me. Good thing I suppose. I've breathed the rare air of truth. I've seen more of the world than I had ever dreamed about and I've met so many wonderful folks who believed in the magic, too.
It's like ghosts I guess. It's there if you believe. I believe.
Fats Domino hasn't come calling in dreams yet. He will. Maybe I oughta' leave him out some gumbo.