Bulls… that all remains the same.

I listend to a Joni Mitchell record today, Court and Spark.  I thought I had two albums by here, but no… just that one.  I was surprised to realize that I knew most of the songs on the record.  Ok, i’m exaggerating, I knew four songs… I find that a startling number considering I don’t think I can name any Joni cuts, Qtip rocked some Mitchell for  a hook, nicely I might add in a Janet Jackson song.  I was going to chop up a cut today, but got a bit bored of the sampler today.  I think as I get older, I have to really  set aside time to work on tunes.  I can’t just sit down and produce the way I felt I use to be able to.  That said, I have been zoning out on my back deck with the bass guitar more and more lately.   I don’t see myself as ever playing bass in some band, so really… what am I doing thinking about music as much as I think I am?  Don’t worry, I”m more puzzled by that last sentence than you could ever be.  Mint Tea time.

A story.

There was not much fear in her eyes, she seemed to be surprised more than anything.  We walked, the small group of three.  I knew we were not sure where we were going, but we were going.  My ex stepfather was not taking to well to being a fucking drinking asshole, not well at all.  He was rocking the crazy look.  This part of him was a surprise to us, just like the moments walking away from our house on Arcadia lane, walking down neil street with blankets and pillows.  We walked into Hazel Park unsure of what would be the best place to rest.  We were not tired from any kind of long walk or anything, no it was more about waking up in the middle of the night to get out of the house because he was being that drunk fool.  He had never laid hands on us, any of us at that point, but there must have been something in my mothers head that told her that he was capable of doing so. We clearly didn’t doubt her, we followed.  A slow sad group i’m sure to the waking sparrows that hung like magnets to metal on the trees in Hazel.  We walked up and onto the wooden play land that was in it’s hay day the coolest attraction to that park.  I have always loved playing on that crazy ass dangerous wooden maze of a structure.  We would go there for recess sometimes from Columbia School across the street to the south of the park.  We found a spot, maybe 8×8′, and laid out the blankets in the same motions you use to make ones bed.  We laid down, pillows on wood, and pretty much laid awake for the rest of the night.  It sucked, but I think I was more the embarrassed 12 year old than in any real discomfort.  I don’t have memories of the morning, or the next day.  We must have been cool as a family unit, but i’m sure it was within 30 days of that night in the park that my ex step father Hence Gray beat the fuck out of my younger brother John.  Came home fucked up, and woke John up, and beat him up.  This may have come up before, on this space.  But the fact that this current Radiohead album just took my mind there again, must mean something.  OK, most likely not.   If you ever see people sleeping in the street, don’t hate.  Be human, most humans care for each other, we can do that right.

On a lighter note, I bought some summer vibe socks today.  Tamales and socks.  Good day so far.

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This is just loose soil in rolled up newspaper.  Pretty nice right?