I just flew in to Zurich. (9 hour plane ride. I feel great. Who needs to sleep anyway?) I'm hearing a lot of German. And I can't help myself from feeling like I've slipped into a World War Two movie... behind enemy lines in Nazi Germany and all that. I know... I'm not supposed to bring that ugly period up. But I can't help it. I'm a product of my "ugly American culture", I suppose. So yeh... I'm wondering how long it will take until I can hear German and not think of The Guns of Navaronne? or Hogan's Heroes? What's wrong with me? Wait. Don't answer. I already know. ... On a related note, I am definitely feeling a mild level of "American Bull In The European China Closet"... at this point, I'm guessing it's 86% in my head and 14% true. Here's what I decided when we were landing in Zurich: "We must be where and who we are... and proudly... but open." ... Also, what's with all of the fabulously-dressed middle aged women with perfectly groomed little lap dogs running around this airport?
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