Chapter One
Lonely Is a Child
In the mid-eighties, as a lark, I had a past-life regression. I was trying to
find out why I’m a musician. Music didn’t run in my family, and I
don’t believe that musical talent or ability is inherited anyway, so I
just wanted to know if I was Mozart reincarnated, or something fun like that, in
a past life.
So one day, my doorbell rings and in walks the classic Crone, a big old wise
woman who sat me down on my floor and began talking to me, gently and quietly.
It was hypnotic. The rhythm of her voice took me back to five years ago, ten
years ago, fifteen years ago, and then ages three, two, one. I’m back in
the womb, looking for a light to be born into. I follow the light and start
talking about being a half-Indian man in the 1800s. A doctor who died of
scleroderma, a disease that hardens the skin. Then I go back farther and
I’m an actor in a German cabaret in the 1600s. I was a woman dressed as a
man, performing for a group of townspeople.
Who knows where all this stuff was coming from? It was bizarre. But very
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