GLASTONBURYOFTHEMIND

Just found this in an old notebook, extract from a transcript of interview with a wounded soul , starry eyed poet and raw voiced witness bearer to the anguish within… Mister Ray Lamontagne. “I thought about it I didn’t have anybody. I hated myself. There was a railroad trestle over the river, no rail. I used to stand there loaded when a train came by , close by my ear. Maybe I just didn’t have the inner strength…” Did finally making his first demos offer a sort of deliverance? “No I was very disappointed at how I sounded.; I’d never heard myself before. I was still holding back. It was a year or two years until I got it.” But he got it, oh yes, by golly he got it.