In 1977 Neil was smashed, drunk, with a toilet (?) by his side and some random floozy with alcohol within reach. In 1978 Neil is smiling and genuinely, has he finally found the right path to follow? It seems so because the sound of his words is that of 6 years earlier, not the same mind you, but there's something reminiscent of Neil's happier past.
Now there's tranquility, calm, purity, control over one's actions, perhaps with a hint of melancholy or nostalgia, whichever you prefer. There's the white, the warm sun of the day. It's a new journey made of ten stages: it feels like being in touch with nature or traveling the roads of Kerouac. Neil has stopped crying and spending hours contemplating the night and its ghosts in poorly lit and dirty garages.
The "crazy horses," J.J., and sometimes female voices, the violins, Nicolette, the orchestra... accompany Neil with a single (the ninth) stop (this time rock and blues), in a strange (but constructive) journey.
In the tenth and final stage, we return to where our protagonist and his traveling companions were left because the time comes, the time that calls the soul to harmony.