everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Adios Glen Campbell
RIP
(source: internet)

“The raison d’etre for every Glen Campbell show was to bring every suffering soul within the sound of his voice up a peg or two.”

            -Jimmy Webb



Glen Campbell singing Jimmy Webb’s “Adios”:



From the barstool (continued):


RHYTHM

A billboard on the interstate says “Lust is Sinful” next to the
image of a blazing campfire.

An old man hobbles in with a cane.  He orders a “tall whiskey
double”, which means he intends to get pissed, the only obvious
way to interact with a pretty college girl on the next barstool. 

They talk and laugh about all manner of things, mostly
drowned by out of place Tchaikovsky. 

But I heard him mutter the phrase “art of the possible”, which
I like except when it’s used in the corporate world where anything
but art is possible.

Everything’s changed around here except the decrepit strip club
up a side alley.  It shockingly persists.  Even Othelo’s burned to
the ground where I once witnessed the minor miracle that was
the Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey.  And Dewayne traded his ’66 micro-bus
on a newish Passat.

A life mystery is my inability to appreciate classical music let
alone understand it’s basic principles.  Like golf I’ve tried. 
It must be the rhythm or lack thereof, because the delta blues and
country music finger the rhythmic chords of my aching heart. 

She said something about running out of toilet paper two weeks ago,
improvising with ______?  I didn’t hear that part but my mind  
runs wild with possibilities.           


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