I was standing under a bridge in a rural area outside a village in France, playing my saxophone where the water was flowing and the acoustic was just right. I was feeling pretty solitary and reeling in a melody that had been hovering at the edge of perception all morning.

Just as I was on top of it, having worked it to the point of being able to write it or record it, there was a huge splash a few meters from me. I was given a shower and a shock from boulders being tossed down from the bridge above. I held my ground thinking Why throw stones at me?