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An hour ago my Pappy asked me if I was still in contact with that one boy who came over last year and played my Dad's banjo along with one of my songs. I didn't remember it, but he told me that I had played a new song and that the boy had never heard it before but played along beautifully and afterwards he and my Pappy got to talking about banjo players and my Pappy told him that he'd make a cd of this one unconventional banjo musician for me to give to him. Apparently my Pappy never got around to making it so he wanted to know if he made it when we returned from Illinois if I could give it to the boy. I didn't know what to say. The boy he was talking about was Joe.
I've been thinking alot about Joe. One year ago today, he, Jenny, Jake, and I, were all on the metro together heading to the National Christmas Tree. It was a tradition that Jenny and I started, going up there on Christmas eve. The second year we included Jake in the tradition and last year we included Joe. And he brought his harmonica and played us Bob Dylan songs all the way to, from, and through DC. And we made a pit stop at the National Botanical Garden and looked at the gigantic display of fake towns and trains. And it was a really beautiful night and I remember talking with Joe about how nice it was to have certin traditions and how we were going to keep doing ours.
I suppose it's not really necessary to go on. The reality is painfully obvious. And it is Christmas Eve and I've got alot of wonderful things to think about rather than dwelling on this. Sometimes though, I feel like it is important to let emotions be what they are and right now, mine are sad. I know I am not alone in this. I miss him so much.
One night Joe came to my room with a burnt CD, the only song on it was this one. He told me to listen to it with the lights off and the volume up and explained to me that it sounded like dying. I didn't really get it then, but I feel like I do now. Show me around Alphabet Town.
Merry Christmas.
I've been thinking alot about Joe. One year ago today, he, Jenny, Jake, and I, were all on the metro together heading to the National Christmas Tree. It was a tradition that Jenny and I started, going up there on Christmas eve. The second year we included Jake in the tradition and last year we included Joe. And he brought his harmonica and played us Bob Dylan songs all the way to, from, and through DC. And we made a pit stop at the National Botanical Garden and looked at the gigantic display of fake towns and trains. And it was a really beautiful night and I remember talking with Joe about how nice it was to have certin traditions and how we were going to keep doing ours.
I suppose it's not really necessary to go on. The reality is painfully obvious. And it is Christmas Eve and I've got alot of wonderful things to think about rather than dwelling on this. Sometimes though, I feel like it is important to let emotions be what they are and right now, mine are sad. I know I am not alone in this. I miss him so much.
One night Joe came to my room with a burnt CD, the only song on it was this one. He told me to listen to it with the lights off and the volume up and explained to me that it sounded like dying. I didn't really get it then, but I feel like I do now. Show me around Alphabet Town.
Merry Christmas.