We were charging up a hill, shouting over and over, “There is no God! There is no name!”

I was in a kind of musical congregation, not a band but a kind of club, everyone setting up and getting ready to play. The leader was a guru type. “There is no ego in what we do!” he said, gritting his teeth. I looked around and thought it couldn’t be true. I was getting ready to play a Tom Waits tune, testing my guitar. They were sure gonna be impressed.