Another Life

I knew it would be my last big show. Rosie knew it too, but the 50 thousand who came didn’t. I didn’t want it to turn into a memorial service, I wanted everyone to go home happy, so I didn’t say anything. Still, there was something in the air that day, something you could sense.

Nothing stands still in life and I knew I had to move on. It doesn’t happen overnight. There isn’t a switch you flip and suddenly it’s a new life, a new you. It took a lot of years. And I’m still attached, it’s – it’s still there, just in a different way. I’m a lucky guy to have had that.

I simply cut my hair and changed my name!
I wasn’t turning my back on my past. How could I? Everyone I met and everyone I loved I carry with me. There’s no doubt about that.

But there was something else, another heart inside me, beating for the kind of music that I grew up with. Idesperately wanted to go that road. It’s as if something was waiting for me. It was change. I liked that thought.

I had seen the world from the top. But now I wanted to see the world from a different perspective, one without all the rules and obligations. One where every thought is free! Like a language new to me.

I have toadmit, I’m happy as all get-out. Here I am, close to 70, doing what I always wanted to do. And that’s why you’re reading this.

I’m just living another life, another side of me.

I’m a lucky guy to have that.