At least once in your long and delicious life, you owe it to your soul to go here, O'Livea

Messian's to Rungeley Law Symphony.

And don't wait until you're 80 as I did.

The finally last week went to here, the New York Philharmonic, take us on this wild 90-minute

roller coaster ride in which Catholics are kidnapped and Baptists go Buddhist and you think

in French and you fly on a formation of geese and get a taste of molecular physics as horses

go galloping down the aisles and in the gorgeous slow passage garden of sleeping love, you

will fall in love forever with the person next to you, so be very careful where you sit.

I sat next to my sweetheart and after years of thinking I was averse to modern music

and here was a hymn to joy and time, movement, rhythm, life and death with big Wagnerian chords,

delicate intervals, a dozen percussionists, a genius pianist, Jean-Eve Tibodet and we've

been happily married, she and I ever since.

It's not often a person gets to experience euphoria.

For years I imagined alcohol could do the job if I could just find the right brand, but

eventually I gave up on that, sometimes in church I felt it.

When I was 11 I got to go to the top of the Empire State Building, I sang the dead's

addicts of my life once with two women and got a little high from it.

And one night before the Philharmonic I experienced it at the Bowery Ballroom on Delancey Street

listening to Eiffel O'Donovan and Hawktail and the phenomenon Fiddler Brittany Haas and

it made the big crowd go wild to see artists overcome gravity and simply float.

Eiffel and Mession, two transcendent tours on successive nights it makes living in Manhattan

worth the trouble and expense.

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