It's six years on from 9/11 and it still feels surprisingly raw. I spent the day shopping for olive oil in Florence and watched the events unfold on television. The evening was surreal. A concert at Sting's house with everyone feeling a little numb. Music did a very good job of healing that night but, like I said, it's still quite raw.
This is all tempered by the thought of how many innocent civilians die around the world (and especially in Iraq) every day.
Today is also a somber day because we've lost Joe Zawinul. I had the Weather Report album 8:30 on vinyl and cassette (which I wore out) not long after it came out. It introduced me to the bass sound of Jaco Pastorius, to Peter Erskine's drumming and to the amazing sound of a fusion band at full tilt.