Abe Simpson had a good quote about that, courting Marge's mother... "You know, you remind me of a poem I can't remember, and a song that may never have existed, and a place I've never been to." Very, very sweet sentiments in those first ten years.
I saw Basho play at Stanford University with William Ackerman and Alex DeGrassi. It was a magical evening. I have always found this album among my very favorites, but I lost my copy and have not found another since. What a pleasure to know I can hear it here!
I've not felt such a mystical feeling since Van Morrison's Astral Weeks... Like the artist is one with the universe for a few minutes. This is celestial, nature music.
