Stix-Blog

San francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of, but no explanation, no mix of music or words or memories could touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world... whatever it meant

there was madness in every direction, at any hour, you could strike sparks anywhere, there was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.. and that i think, was the handle, that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil, not in any mean or military sense, we didnt need that.. our energy would simply prevail, we had all the momentum, we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave..

so now, less thanfive years later, you can go up on a steep hill in las vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the high water mark.. that place.. where the wave finally broke

and rolled back