With some poetry reading on the parking lot, we ended our rehersal session tonite.
Lots left to do, looking forward to dig into the old songs. The westcoast version of "The Maze" has been totally rewritten, into something darker and more demanding.



Reflections from Walking in the Maze at Hampton Court
What is this mighty labyrinth - the earth,
But a wild maze the moment of our birth?
Still as we life pursue the maze extends,
Nor find we where each winding purlieu ends;
Crooked and vague each step of life we tread, -
Unseen the danger, we escape the dread!
But with delight we through the labyrinth range,
Confused we turn, and view each artful change -
Bewildered, through each wild meander bend
Our wandering steps, anxious to gain the end;
Unknown and intricate, we still pursue
A certain path, uncertain of the clue;
Like hoodwinked fools, perplex'd we grope our way
And during life's short course we blindly stray,
Puzzled in mazes and perplex'd with fears;
Unknown alike both heaven and earth appears.
Till at the last, to banish our surprise,
Grim death unbinds the napkin from our eyes.
Then shall Gay's truth and wisdom stand confest,
And Death will show us Life was but a jest.

From "British Magazine", A.D 1747



Keyboard jockey Alex in Hampton Court, checking it out...