For a period in my twenties I was a bit of a lost soul. I was in New Hampshire, at a house that sat at the edge of a mountain lake. I moved the massive stereo out onto the deck, pointed the 6 speakers at the lake. In my head, I thought I would set it up, put on Neil Young's Decade and set it at ear bleeding volume and get in the canoe and paddle out into the center of the lake and see what the music sounded like out there. It seemed like a perfect and brilliant idea. Floating on the lake with that music causing the air to vibrate and being surrounded by it and the colors of a New England fall. 

Didn't hurt that I was drinking whiskey and smoking a joint as this was all occurring to me. Suddenly it hit me, I should play Deep Forbidden Lake while staring at the lake from the deck. Seemed perfect. I cranked it to a level that probably would have caused Ozzy Osbourne to pass out from the volume. The sound coming out of this high-end stereo was spectacular. I took a pull off the bottle and looked out at the water. 

I felt consumed by the sensation, music, mountain air, the water stretched out before me, I could see the canoe I would soon be in down on the dock. I imagined that I could see myself paddling out toward the center of the lake as I stood there. 

Then something emerged from the tree line to my right. A small bald man, a ring of white hair encircling the bright red top of his head. He looked angry and seemed to be screaming at the top of his lungs. Arms gesticulating wildly. I tilted my head like a confused puppy as I observed him, squinting my left eye a bit as if that might help me read his lips to figure out what he was saying. I took a drag off the joint as I observed him. He did not seem to fit in with the rest of my surroundings I thought. An angry boil on the beauty of this moment suspended in time. 

He continued to rage as I exhaled. Strange, I thought, where did this thing come from? I would need to pass it on my way to the canoe. 

I thought it would be best to play Like a Hurricane as I made my way down to the dock, thinking Neil's blazing guitar would lance this thing, deflate it, and remove it from the landscape.