In Lloyd Price’s book Sumdumhonky, another thing that stuck with me from his reflections, was that life itself might be the ocean and all the waves coming to the shore are like us thinking we are separate things, unable by design to grasp what we are. Even though the wave sees itself in the mirror, it’s the ocean. If we could understand there is no we, and the appearance of us as a separate thing, is just an appearance, it would mean seeing we are designed to believe we exist while simultaneously juggling the knowing we expire and therefore do not exist. I think his point, beyond the music history lessons from the 50s, is that we all are the definition of ghosts.