We have the sensation that a general gravity is pulling us toward a highway. Ashtrays and lamps and pillows are sliding in the direction of the Hollywood Bowl.

Soon we are being pulled down a special kind of highway that has truckstops and rest areas. When we stop, we turn, and to our astonishment, there are huge crowds that look at us as they wait for Neil Young and the Chrome Hearts to emerge from the men's bathroom. While they wait, there are songs about the Earth and a shouting man who is wearing a suit like a southern preacher. He doesn't make sense. He says, "The Earth is Alive!"