Matala 1970 ... Joni, you shared a cave just to the left and a level above mine ... You strummed your dulcimer and composed a Song for your turbaned friend who stalked about elegant with his cane. The sea was truly "white with sheep" as the winds blew in from Africa. I could dive into the sea from the ledge of my cave and swim over to the Mermaid for breakfast salad and omelett .
Am eternally grateful for you sharing a tube of zink oxide ointment from Carey's accident with the Delfini stove exploding ... My accident was from falling into boiling water on the Mermaid's stove after the police destroyed Stellio's new kitchen addition.
Your medicine and the Music were a great healing ... Tusen Tack ( Thanks 1000X ) ... We pray you also are being healed just now.
Blessings ... Rocky (Raki Nomad)

Just after this event Joni went back to Greece, and ultimately to Crete, and then to Matala, an ancient fishing community where a group of hippies had been living in burial caves for several years. I was there when Joni arrived. She stayed several days, playing songs, working out lyrics and tunes. We played together a number of times in small groups, I on bongos or other hand drums, Joni on her guitar. One of the most memorable events was three of us with Joni, sitting in a grove of trees near the chapel, improvising at times, working out tunes at other times. It was an incredible moment in an equally incredible era. I have seen Joni in concert several times since, but have not had an opportunity to talk with her about those moments in Matala...if you happen to read this, Joni, how about catching up sometime, 40 years later?