Despite the wonders that are delivered by digital music today, sometimes I really miss lying on my back on a shag carpet, eyes closed, two huge stack speakers aimed at my head, listening to a quality vinyl record played over excellent analog equipment.
One day I wish to retire to a dictionary.
Sometimes I come untethered.
Sir @ October 19, 2009 # 15 Comments
Those wacky chicks over yonder asked their ‘subscribers’ about current loves, so I spent all weekend locked in the attic trying to piece together something profound and moving. Having failed, I banged out the following poem last night while watching football. O Autumn; How brightly burns my love for you? Though only a friendly platonic [...]
Sir @ October 5, 2009 # 11 Comments
My grandmother recently turned 89 and is alone for only the second time in her life. The first time was following my grandfather’s untimely expiration, which was mere days before the wife of a former bridge partner decided to make her way to the beyond. The two surviving broken hearts found each other in mutual [...]