Ooh, that is hard.I have so much love for so much music, there is no way to pick one song without it feeling like a betrayal, yet I will do it. But first let me explain the background of its personal significance to me.After growing up in New York City, by the time I went to college I was hungry to experience something different and new, totally unlike what I was used to, so I went to college in Abilene, Texas. It was indeed an extraordinary adventure for me. Even in my travels to foreign nations, I had never felt as much like a foreigner as I did in West Texas. The constant state of being a stranger in a strange land was invigorating at first, but became steadily more wearisome as time went on.I was living in a world whose priorities and values were utterly different than my own, on almost every level. It was a world where most people saw nothing morally wrong with the bombing of civilians to promote national economic interests or the mass incarceration of American citizens by a private corporate prison system that profits off of the victimization of Americans, but despised the thought of allowing gay people to be who they are. Iu2019m certainly not saying that New York is perfect (far from it), but rather that living with societal evils to which one is not accustomed can be grating. Just as many people from other parts of America find the culture of insatiable financial materialism that exists in Manhattan unbearable in a way that I, having been exposed to it over the course of my childhood, do not, I found life in a place where persecution of others was considered moral to be soul-crushing in the long run.Just about six months before I was set to graduate, the police raided a party and caught me smoking a joint (the horror). I was arrested, fined, and faced the possiblity of expulsion from the school. All my work over the course of years would be in vain, and I was powerless to stop it. I remember begging, literally begging the disciplinary authorities just to let me graduate and leave in peace. I promised that I would go and they would never have to hear from me again, all I wanted was the credits I had earned. In the end, I managed to convince them.From that day forward, I kept repeating one thing to myself, almost like a mantra:u201cIu2019m gonna leave this town.u201dThe knowledge that I was going home, to the place where the world, fucked up as it was, made some degree of sense to me was unspeakably beautiful.It was at this same time that I acquired a collection of live performances by Jimi Hendrix, including his exquisite Hear My Train A Cominu2022 from Berkeley, California. It spoke to my soul as nothing else ever has.u201cI wait around the train stationWaiting for that trainTo take me awayLord, take me the hell out away from hereTake me from this lonesome town.u201dIt was so close, I could feel it. I could taste it. I could smell it.I could hear my train a cominu2022 to take me home, and it was beautiful.Unfortunately, I have not been able to find that Berkeley performance on YouTube. If anyone knows a better way to link to it, Iu2019d appreciate the input, but for now you can see it here: u041eu0434u043du043eu043au043bu0430u0441u0441u043du0438u043au0438