IN HEAVEN WHERE HE LIVED
One day I found some chords that made me lightheaded. As I played them my body buzzed all over, and my head filled with the most complex, disturbing orchestral music. The music soared higher and higher until I finally stopped playing, and came back to the everyday world.
'That was beautiful,' said Tril, looking up from whatever she was doing. 'You are a real musician.'
Because of Tril's faith in me, I became a bit of a mystic like her. I prayed to God, and at Sunday school I came to genuinely love and admire Jesus. In heaven, where he lived, the strange music I sometimes heard was completely normal.
WHO I AM, pp. 33-34
2012 © Pete Townshend