Driving the hour it takes me to get to work every morning in essentially my ONLY chance to really listen to music these days.

Music enthralls me.

Music consumes me.

.....although I can't play a note.

I made the purchase earlier this year of a 6-disc changer for the car and what a revelation it has been. Last week I comforted myself on my various tedious journeys with the following:

Pet Sounds - The Beach Boys
Rockin' The Fillmore - Humble Pie
After Bathing At Baxters - Jefferson Airplane
Who's Next - The Who (OF COURSE!!!!)
What We Did On Our Holidays - Fairport Convention
5 Live Yardbirds - The Yardbirds

Today, I loaded the 4 Woodstock soundtrack discs along with Led Zeppelin 4 and Queen's debut album.

Hearing the beautiful tones of Melanie this morning just chilled me completely to the point that I nearly stopped and drove down to Brighton for a chill-out. John B Sebastin singing "Beautiful Dream" said it exactly what Pete Townshend asked at the end of his Psychderalict album:

"What happened to the truth? What happened to the dream? What happened to all that lovely hippie shit?"

I fear for the human race - what drives people, in the midst of one of the biggest natural disasters of our time, to loot and pillage other people's property? What makes someone attack and rape a woman in her 70's?

I look at my dog Jack and wish to god sometimes that I could have a life so full of joy as his......