Prologue

I let things happen.
I took life as it came. I just went with it.
The best moments found me when I wasn’t even looking for them.
When I think back on my life now, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have no regrets. I lived things I never could have imagined. I moved back and forth between America and Europe, and met people who would go on to change the history of music.
My past was more colorful than anyone could’ve ever wished for me — I know that for sure.
Colors I didn’t always see with my eyes, but felt somewhere deep inside, through music.
The only things that ever felt solid were black and white, my glasses… and Sylvia. Everything else drifted by like a gray haze, leaving behind gaps I could never quite explain.
And that’s how it went.
Until the last journey.
When, surrounded by sounds I had never heard before, I saw again the ones I had lost — and missed so much it took the air out of my lungs.
It was August 1969 when, for the first time in my life, I saw in color.
The opening of the first chapter is very emotional
I'm in and already feeling the power with the first emotional and pulling 💜
i like it keep going