I was in a garage talking to Kevin’s dad and another man. The man was telling Paul that he should consider getting an older Cadilac. I looked at Paul with that, “been there done that” look to which he responded with a similar knowing expression.
I went into the man’s house. It was very large and beautiful on a large estate that also had an arboretum. He had invited me there to meet some other musicians. I was standing in the doorway noticing that how I was dressed was very odd for me. I was wearing slacks, a sweater and a blazer. I walked into the house. Four black men walked in with instruments. They looked like very accomplished jazz musicians. I felt a little intimidated by their slick manner of dress, their dark skin, and their stature. They walked thru to another part of the house. A woman walked in and asked me to come into the arboretum.
I followed her back thru the house into a large white room with sitting objects aligned in a circle. There were regular wooden chairs, and small cushions and flat pillows arranged on the floor amidst many small statues. The statues were of deities from around the world and different religions. Hindu, Buddhist, Christian, etc. None were taller than 20in. They looked to be made out of wood. I sat my guitar down and started to rearrange things to make a seat for myself.
