Reflections

Well I'm not getting younger. Tonight I went back in time when playing music was all I did.. The sixties were good day of friends and music. Some grew into fame and others like me went along our ways. The village (Greenwich) was a peaceful place and the Kettle of Fish was the popular hangout after the sessions. When the sun came up we ventured home and crashed. These memories came about watching Neil Young on Showtime tonight. Panhandling and being a street musician paid the bills. New York City was a wonderful pace, and so was living in Woodstock. Life grows old as we dream of younger days.

Mr. Heinz