I peeked over
my neighbors chain-linked fence this weekend because
I heard some very strange noises...It was mini elephants...
He was kicked back in a lawn chair
reading a book, the autobiography of Bill Bruford and tokin away
listening to his daily jolt of metal.
I asked him, whatcha tokin Joe? What does it matter Michael? I said
well on that note it doesn'r really matter but it smells like you wanna be a musician.
He replied he'd thought about learning to play Am 'cause then he wouldn't
be charged. He didn't want that because he was only here for one last week anyway
and wanted a clean getaway.
He asked if I wanted some spuds, carrots, onions or things from his garden since he
was leaving anyway. I passed...didn't trust the elephants.
He asked if I went to Moochs wedding...I told him Ed did but haven't heard from them
since.
He told me heard about the Hurrican warning and that we'd probably get the rain we
needed and said he thought New Orleans was one of the coolest cities and sure
deserved a break. I told him I thought those were some pretty tuff folks and nothing
would armstrong them to quit trying...we both sent our sincere best wishes.
He mentioned he'd just gotten to sleep last night and was awaken by a bad dream
that nobody needed guitarist anymore and he had this horrible metal picture that guitarists
looked like possums. He blamed it on his diet. Said the dreams weren't so bad but
all the metal around his place is flaking off. I told him I heard that could happen but as
long as he wasn't Jalucinating it'd be Ok. He went inside after that word....I think he was
still upset about my loud bass playing.
Page 1. Monday and just hard to find anything worth talking about.
Well I did wind a pickup with 8700 winds and gota 6.5k but my neighbor may
have thought I tied up pups with wire and was going to pour hot wax on 'em...some
things are best left unsaid.
post edited by spacey - 2012/08/27 10:39:00