Where to Mix

I looked across an ocean of tanned, half naked bodies stripped down in protest of the scorching heat. A multitude of well known, artists pumped their music over the crowd in waves that seemed visible as the throng ebbed and flowed to the rhythm. The children of the 60's had Woodstock and their children, in the 80's, had Live Aid; a concert given simultaneously in England and in Philadelphia, PA to raise funds for famine relief in Ethiopia. History was made as the day unfolded. Ozzi Osborne was conscious and on stage during daylight hours. Phil Collins performed at Wembley Stadium in England and then flew across the pond to perform here in the US. Tina Turner pranced, with legs right up to her neck, across the stage in a leather teddy, leaving Mick Jagger's famous mouth agape and speechless. Robert Plant and Jimmy Page mounted the stage for a semi-Led Zeppelin reunion. Madonna braved the scorching heat in a long sleeved Chinese silk coat in response to the nude photographs of her that had been released without her authorization. And all the Woodstock wannabe's speculated whether Bruce Springsteen would be the surprise mystery final act to close the whole shebang. As it turned out, Bob Dylan, child of the 60's himself, graced the stage for that performance.

Fold in Friends

I abandoned my seat and wandered around the complex listening to musical giants the likes of Eric Clapton, The Pretenders, and Teddy Pendergrass soaking up the atmosphere when I ran in to my friend Miki, one of several friends who had traveled with me from Massachusetts. We hugged each other in excitement and disbelief that we were actually there. We met new people from all over the country who felt the same electric sensation of being part of something so global. Global love. An across the ocean brother and sisterhood kind of love. Feed the hungry love. After some drifting, I lost Miki to the crowds again with a promise to meet back at our assigned seats later. Then fully surrendered myself to become part of the whole as I snaked through the crowds, looked at the people and wondered at the parade of musicians that ignited the stage: B.B. King, Santana, Tom Petty, Duran Duran and on and on.

Add Water

I was soaked from the hoses that were opened up to cool the cooking crowd that swelled to 90,000 strong. Cannabis could be smelled cooking somewhere too. The smell of youth, the call of music and the excitement of being a part of something so huge and altruistic made an intoxicating cocktail. A natural high.

Stir Vigorously

Caught up in the magic, a glimmer of intuition caught my attention. That feeling one experiences when they know they're being watched. I felt the pull of someone's attention and instinctively scanned the crowd expecting to find a familiar face within shouting distance but what I found instead was a pair of soft, brown eyes staring at me from about twenty yards away. Not such a great distance, but with sections, seats, and isles full of people, the expanse was a moving obstacle course. A great divide but this man held my gaze across the distance. We locked eyes and I searched my memory; I didn't recognize him. We stared some more and then he stepped down from the fence he was perched upon. I lost him in the crowd but could still see his brown bandana (how 60's) bobbing above the multitudes. He was coming toward me. I felt a surge of excitement and didn't know why. But I did know that I wanted to look into those eyes again. Intrigued, I waited to see where that bandana would reappear. Then, he was right in front of me. He'd found me again in the crowd. He stood about 5'11” shirtless, tanned and lovely. He could have been younger than me or older; but it didn't matter. I just enjoyed that we'd connected and he made the effort to find me - just me - in this crowd full of thousands of women and men. He saw me and sought me out.

Turn up Heat

I looked up at him and fell into those brown eyes. We stood about a foot apart and looked at each other saying nothing but feeling electric sparks of genuine attraction. I felt my mouth smile and he took a half a step closer to me. Then Brown Eyes leaned forward with the top half of his body and hesitated with his lips just inches from my own and waited as if to say, “Is this alright?” I lifted my head toward him ever so slightly in assent and he pressured a light, sweet, lip tingling kiss upon my mouth. This was the kind of kiss one has to say “upon my mouth” not just on my mouth or lips. The simple kiss lasted only 4-5 seconds; long enough to spark passion and short enough to be proper, and in that moment, 90,000 people around us disappeared while I tasted his breath. It was only we two in the whole world. He hadn't stolen this kiss, he'd asked permission and it had been granted. It was something not taken but shared. His naked chest never touched me but I felt it all the same. His hands never touched me. He never attempted to slip his tongue into the kiss. The only part of me that connected with him physically was my lips but the connection I felt with him was absolute.

As those 90 seconds in time clicked into the history of my life, I met a man, he sought me out, we shared mutual respect, and we searched each other's hearts and fell in love, shared passion...for a moment, then parted.

Lifetime of Enjoyment

It was not until years later as I reflected on the experience that I realized I had had the perfect relationship with this man. We fell in love at the right time and parted with mutual agreement that the time for our relationship was finished. He never lied to me or cheated on me. He was never late for a date he never forgot my birthday or disappointed me. And he didn't expect anything more of me than I was willing to give. There was no laundry involved. He never broke a promise. We never moved in together to “see how that goes” only to split the cassette collection later. An entire relationship was encapsulated in a moment without complications or heartbreak. No disillusionment in him passing gas, drinking too much or seeing his rumpled underwear on my floor. We experienced passion without ulterior motives, just for passion's sake.

I still think of my time with him fondly because the unspoiled moment was a gift with all the beauty of un-trampled snow. A kiss brimming with potential. An unmarred, sweet moment shared. A kiss for love's sake. Perfection.

唇上美好一瞬，回味甜蜜一生。款款宴席，冥冥众生，遭遇爱，一生有你，不曾找寻。

鱼龙混杂

抬眼望去，古铜色的半裸海洋里，宣泄着如火的激情。受人追捧的艺人们疯狂地泵出音符，旋律像可以看见一样，击倒众人随着不停摇摆。60一辈有伍德斯托克（Woodstock），他们的孩子，80一辈有现场援助（Live Aid）；同时在英格兰和费城举行的音乐会，正在为埃塞俄比亚饥荒救济筹集资金。这一天结束时，历史改写了。欧兹奥斯本激情焕发，在台上秀了一整天。菲尔柯林斯活跃在英格兰温布利大球场，然后飞越“水塘”来到这里——美利坚。提娜透纳身着连衫裤在空中飞舞，越过整个舞台，双腿直至她的颈部，让米克杰格的名嘴完全无语。罗伯特和吉米佩奇走上舞台，为一个半主导的飞艇举行团聚仪式。麦当娜冒着酷暑以中国丝绸长袖外套示人，以回应未经她授权的裸照门。所有伍德斯托克的拥蹙，都在期盼布鲁斯史普林斯汀，是否是此次盛会的神秘压轴嘉宾。如人所愿后，鲍伯迪伦，60年代的宠儿，为舞台画上圆满句号。

世界一家

我离开座位，四处张望，迷失在混音中。音乐巨匠艾里克克莱普顿，妄求者，以及泰迪潘德格拉斯点燃了空气，我冲向米琪——跟我一起从马萨诸塞州来的朋友。我们疯狂的抱在一起，怀疑自己是否真在那儿。这里可以见到来自整个美国的新面孔，他们感受着一样的闪电，来自全世界的激情。全世界的爱。跨越重洋的兄弟姐妹的爱。战胜饥饿的爱。跟米琪约好在我们订的座位见后，我让自己遗失在人群中。周围的一切成了宏伟的一部分，我蜿蜒穿过人群，为点燃舞台的音乐家所震撼：BB金，桑塔纳，汤姆佩蒂，杜兰杜兰，等等等等。

火上浇水

我被冷却沸腾人群的软管浇了个湿透。还可以闻到大麻在某处燃烧。青春的味道，音乐的号召，成为宏大一部分的兴奋和完全的忘我组成了一杯令人陶醉的鸡尾酒。挡不住的HIGH。

激情点燃

难以置信地，一个念头突然从脑海闪过。这种直觉只有在人们知道自己被人盯住时才会发生。我感受到注意的引力，本能地扫描人群，期待着在不远处发现一个熟悉的面孔。我找到了一双温柔如水的棕褐双眸，在20码外的地方直直盯着我。人群分割了我们，但那个男人夺走了我的凝望。四目相锁，我翻开记忆——没有这个人。又对视了小会，他从休息的栅栏走下来。我丢失了他，幸好有大手帕在人群上飘动。他朝我来了。我内心顿时汹涌澎湃，并且不知从何而来。但我很清楚，我想念这样的眼睛。我被挑逗起来，等着大手帕重现。接着，他出现在正前方。他在人群中再次找到了我。裸着上身，棕褐的肤色，长相可爱。也许比我年轻，也许大。不过那不重要。我很享受我们之间的联系，他在努力找我——就只我,在成千上万的男男女女中。他看见我，然后把我筛了出来。

持续火热

我仰视着他，掉进了他的灰眸里。我们相距一英尺，互相凝望，什么也不说，只感受着吸引的电光火石。我感到嘴在微笑，他靠近了半步。灰眼睛随着大半个身体前倾，唇角在离我几英寸的地方迟疑等待，像在说：好了吗？我朝他轻微地抬头以示默许，他的唇凑了过来，轻轻的，甜蜜的，麻刺的吻。一般人会说那是在嘴里，而不只是在嘴上或者唇边。它持续了四五秒，长到激情四溅，短到看起来很合理，在那一瞬，我品尝着他的呼吸，周围的90000人瞬间消失。这个世界只有两个人。他没有偷吻，他请求许可并得到通行证。不是夺取，而是分享。他赤裸的胸膛并没有碰到我，但我感受到了它。他的手没有碰我。他没打算在吻我的时候动舌头。我跟他的物理接触只有嘴唇，而那是如此真切。

那90秒钟在我的生命长河中滴答作响，我遇见一个人，他挑中了我，我们彼此分享了尊重，我们寻找彼此的心，堕入爱河，热情如火。。。一小会，然后分别。

一辈子的享受

直到多年以后，我审视过去时，才意识到我跟那个男人拥有了完美的关系。我们在正确的时间爱慕，相互默许彼此联系的结束。他没有说谎也没有欺骗。他从没约会迟到没有忘记我的生日或者让我失望。比起我期望给予的，他没有寻求更多。没有脏衣服的困扰。也没有违背承诺。我们没有聚一起看事态如何发展，然后摔瓶子破罐。所有的联系浓缩成一瞬，没有复杂，没有心碎。他没有万念俱灰，放毒气，喝得烂醉或者在我的地板上找皱巴巴的内裤。我们享受激情，没有更多的动机，唯有寻找激情本身。

我仍然天真地痴想着与他一起的时光，那未曾破坏的瞬间如上天的礼物，像未遭践踏的冬雪，胜过人间所有美景。吻香漫溢。分享珍贵甜蜜的瞬间。寻找真爱之吻。完美。