the thread over at the Electrical Audio bbs that I mentioned yesterday continues to provide massive entertainment value for the time invested:
About six weeks ago, at a show, to a friend, I said something like, “you can break my kneecap again if it meant no one ever had to hear the Eagles ever again.”
Two weeks ago, I rebroke the thing.
In the hospital after a very nasty surgery, friend says to me “at least we won’t have to hear the Eagles again.”
Today in the orthopedist’s waiting room, “Peaceful Easy Feeling” played over the PA.
Thanks for that, anonymous stranger. There are over 150 pages of these small observations from people’s lives. Some are truly mundane and not terribly interesting, others are just fascinating. I have decided to just read it like a book of poetry, take what I like and leave the rest. I have the time, now, so I may as well.
In other, much more tragic news, my friend Chris just lost one of his dogs, Greta, to some unknown poison. She was a young dog, a gentle soul- some sort of chow mix, and sweet, sweet, sweet. I last saw her at the New Years Day celebration at my house, where she happily blended right in with our little dog pack. Chris, we’re all terribly sorry for you and your sweet wife. Here is one of my favorite Pablo Neruda poems. It gave me peace when Buddha passed.
now he’s gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I’ll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
Greta, rest well.