This was a blast to read. Andy Summers is a fun writer...his prose is overwritten in a way that I love--it's as though he loves language too much to not use crazy 10 dollar words. All the time. Go for it Andy, you can do whatever you want, you're a rock star.
And I've been thinking. I'm a rock star too. I play music every day...sometimes for children, sometimes for my friends, always for myself. And it's only a matter of time before the space egg cracks, and I am hatched as the psychedelic rock monster. It is happening...I can feel it.
Andy Summers felt it. He lived it. I loved it. Time to swim in the universal yolk and rock the fuck out.
See you at the festival!
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