Rick, for visiting me in my tipi in the earliest hippy days, and trading Hank Williams songs around the fire. Garth, for believing in Hiawatha, and rockin the keys. Levon, because, well, because i remember how much fun the kids had playing under your cymbals during a particularly wild show. And because you are my hero, singing again after they almost took out your throat.

And Robbie, thank you for waking up to your heritage, Mohawk, and all the friends you put on the album.

Enough maudlin, back to the end of empire. (Don't forget, this was Dylan's electric band which changed everything around '65). Now look, tuxes and all. I'm guilty too.)

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin