When I look at this and Composition VIII, my mind gets to go back and visit my beatnik late teens--playing bongos and swilling chianti, reading Kerouac and Buddhist philosophy, spending nights at coffeehouses with hurricane lamps, fish nets and South Seas decor, listening to folkies singing Mariah from Paint Your Wagon (not a folk song, but it sounded like one) and Kingston Trio songs, watching Ingmar Bergman movies at the Fine Arts Theater across Mockingbird from SMU, wearing capri pants and baggy sweaters--next stop (hold onto your beret, Daddio!), The Beatles, JFK, Camelot.