August 12, 2017:

I had no conceivable notion what that song meant — if it meant anything. It sounded to my seven-year-old understanding like word soup. Something grownups could fathom that remained mysterious to little kids.

But I could feel the excitement. The performance, the volume, the feel of spontaneity with its out-of-tune guitar. The aliveness.

There's a world here. You can walk through this door. Enter. Don't look back.

July, 1965.