Road Trip: Joshua Tree, CA.

I love the Joshua trees. They reach my hands up to God.

I think about Gram being kicked out by the Stones and I feel sorry for him and I imagine his choking motel room and his melancholy that night. I imagine his friends giggling in grief as his snatched body almost burns. I imagined Emmylou’s pain.

I first listened to Grievous Angel about twenty years ago and didn’t get it. At all. A couple of weeks ago, I totally fell in love with it. I‘m older now, more willing to hear despair.