Friday, March 13, 2009


…then comes down in a hurry, leaving bare the bleeding, bleating heart of the matter…visions of a terrifying death dance in my head with every breath I can’t take…a vacuum, nothing within, nothing without…to quote Kurt Vonnegut, ‘I knew growing old was going to be hard but I didn’t know it was going to be this hard…’

…I had figured I’d Rock n’ Roll my way through it – life – all the way up to the brink of the grave I would be rockin’, and I am, but only in my head am I able to do so…YouTube is very handy - for all manner of Rockers, C & W, Baroque, Blues and all other forms of music are there for you, all you have to do is turn up the volume and you’re in Boston with Keith Richard and X Pensive Winos, like this:

…or heralding Handel’s Arrival of the Queen of Sheba, like this:

…speaking of Keith Richards, the quintessential rocker – 18 days separate us in age, me the older…everything about the man defines Rock and Roll; if I were going to be anybody but me it’d be him, made for the stage, indeed has for half a century done nothing but Rock and Roll…I went to Mick Jagger’s semi-private 30th birthday party many years ago, a little intimate gathering of a small cadre of Rolling Stones freaks at Madison Square Garden, about 20,000 of us packed to the rafters…I didn’t realize then how great and enduring Keith was going to be…the video of him above was at his peak…I saw the corpse-like version the other day, real time, and he and me both now look our age…time has not been kind to us…he’s the best though.

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