Music, Sex and Poetry

It was the week before Christmas and I was feeling pretty exhausted; early on a Sunday morning I entered my favorite hang 'The Chateau Marmont' the old french chateau along the Sunset strip, Hollywood, Jim Morrison is said to have done some of his famous high wire ledge walking, Belushi died here, and countless stars have lived, I am sure, extraordinary moments of their lives between the chateau s walls and gardens, (I once had a weird experience there with my lover at the time we both woke around 2:00 a.m. there was a very strange vibe in the air, the chateau was supposed to be haunted 'I can t stay here this feels like the end of the line for someone' I said. He said: I know what you’re saying we grabbed our stuff and left.) I have made friends with the spirits of the chateau since then, and that morning the chateau did provide one great spirit. I figured we would be running into each other sooner or later; I d been over in Boston watching him perform. So there I sat with my two girlfriends hangover from our 'Miss Santa s night out' and unaware who the next hour would bring, and then he walked in: the 'Messiah of conscious rock' a man with a conscious a man worth meeting on a Sunday morning, Bono!. I stood up and said 'Hello' like I was greeting an old friend, and he walked straight over and said: Hey, like he was greeting an old friend, I ve just been in Boston watching you perform my name is Zoe I am a singer-song writer, I make records! 'Oh you still make records do you? the rest of us make CD s these days' he said with a smile; I laughed he shook the hands of my friends and they were elated, I was moved by his openness and his friendliness how gracious he had been, I had a sense of what a deeply profound soul Bono is. His friends arrived and he signaled he had to go and sit down with them, but as his vibe had been so open and receptive I drank my tea and then tip toed across to where he was sitting, he warmly beaconed me close and took my hand, his hand felt incredibly warm and smooth in fact his whole aura was like a smooth rock that had been worned away by the ocean of universal consciousness that had lapped over him again and again. I felt very kindred to him and he did seem like an old friend so I said: I ve been out in the desert doing ceremony with a Cherokee medicine woman she told me 'the reason the world is in such a mess is because the heart beat of human kind is not beating with the heartbeat of mother earth, can you feel the heartbeat of the world' I said. Still holding my hand he said with sincerity: 'I got it Zoe Scott', I said 'one day we shall be great friends and I will tour as your warm up band'. He looked at me and he said still holding my hand: 'right Zoe Scott.' 'I d like to give you a copy of my CD', I said: 'where shall I send it to ?' ' Oh, bring it here you can leave it at the front desk ' he said; the humility of this great man was really impressive like he was just a servant of the universe and it was his job to humbly listen. I left and got into my car my friends were screaming 'Bono'!, I said right drive me back to my house; my house is close by, I ran into my house started digging through the boxes to get a CD, grabbed a bunch of photos, phoned my sister, where the f---- are the press kits I just met Bono, she was half asleep from the night before and didn t know what the f---- I was talking about, so I hang up the phone. I found what I was looking for wrote a quick letter which is strictly between Bono and I, ran outside and said goodbye to my friends, jumped back in my car and drove back to the chateau. Of course he was still there, well it was Christmas! ; sitting now in the garden with his friends he saw me coming with my package and smiled knowingly, I gave it to him, he slipped it under his chair he looked at me for a moment and then he growled at me, and I am taking that growl as a big compliment. My friend who is a medicine woman said: he is probably big cat medicine, it was all perfect, I walked away happy that Christmas had come early. I was quite high on the experience and drove up above my house and sat on a hill overlooking L.A. A hawk circled high above me in the sky which means for the native indians 'your prayers have been answered' It was very profound experience to meet Bono, I got a lot not from his words but his presence, he has the soul of a poet, great spirit long may he sing for us. I was so caught up in the experience, I forgot to check my phone messages and my message center was full so Bono would not have been able to leave a message, but anyway it was nice just holding his hand, 'Give me a call anytime, Bono'!!!