From the moment I walked into The Music Shack in Troy New York in 1970 - found Pattie Smith's debut album - 'Horses' - I knew the world would be an alien place for me to continue living in. Fell in love with Pattie ..... held every word / lyric in my head until it convinced me that it was alright to be strange / differant in the ways I see and interpret life. Got to see her in performance on several occasions in the seventies. She once held my son in her arms / gave a New York City Prayer to him unlike anything god or angels would say! Pattie is a city concrete angel carrying words of survival from madmen and devils! An incredible poetess with a dangerous voice that promises struggle and hope above the desperate annihilation that this world is taking us to. Her last album told of .... 'When Doves Cry' . Now? I'm looking to see where the 'White Rabbitt' will take survivors of this bad time.
Pattie ! Someday - please record your visions of Bob Dylan's