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yesterday was a very good valentine's day. I've never really had a valentine, so this was exceptionally nice. richie looked the best he's ever looked, dressed all nice for the occasion. we went out to st mark's river to the riverside cafe. it's an outdoor place basically for hicks and boaters (my choice, i found it online), and we sat by the spaceheaters to keep warm. the crazy lady who ran the place made us 'special hot chocolates' with lots of liquor in it. lol. well, she made them for richie. this place was really down home, with a couple guitarists playin some tunes on a small stage for the like, six customers. hah. so of course richie busts out his guitar and mandolin and insisted on playin with them. while he was playing, i got to meet one of the musicians. he was a really interesting guy. he told me about his past and cuttin records in the 60s and how he's getting together a new sound that he calls 'dixie-phonix'. it's a fusion of all sorts of great music, and he and i chatted for a long time about this and his life on the road as a musician. really cool guy.
it was closing time and we were the only people left still just talkin and playin some music and the owner gave me two nice red carnations to take home with me. it was a sweet gesture. of course, i'm sick as a dog, and being in the cold wasn't workin out great for my condition so we rode out to this tower to look at the stars and such but it was real fuckin sketchy so i decided we should drive back to tally...
so we went to all saints and hung out on the back porch for a few hours by the wood stove. richie brought lots of wood, so we kept the fire goin and met some more really interesting characters. the instruments all came back out again, and besides the two other kids our age hangin out it was just me richie these three artists and a couple of bums. haha. there was one particular 'drunken burnout musician' as he called himself,...he was a sad man, very dissillusioned. i talked to him for a long time. he's 55 and looks absolutely horrible. my parents are his age. it was scary to think...i don't know, he told me of his life, of the 10 year old daughter he had who just died, how he had quit drinking and picked it back up because fuck there was nothing else to do, and how in the 60s he could get a hefty sack of dope for 5 bucks....the guys were all tuning their instrumetns and he says 'someones flat'...then looks down at my chest and says 'but youre not'...hah creepy old man man...it's funny i call him an old man, because he is so young still...but just haggard and obviously had enough with teh world.
anyway we sat out by this fire talkin to the artists as they sketched and singin along to old tunes and finally richie and i decided to head back to my place. that man was so sad. it broke my heart, and i was telling richie that i'd like to think maybe we brightened his life just a little bit that night. i hope so.
richie got me four new packs of guitar strings (Cuz apparently mine suck) so he's gonna restring them for me. His dad makes harpsichords, so he knows how to deal with instruments, and he's gonna do some fashioning to the wood where my pegs go (cuz thats all fucked up too). anyway we had a nice night and i woke up this morning still sick as a dog, but happy. and the last thing richie said as he left was 'you know, me and that guy have something in common--the best thing we've got going is you'.
ah, make my heart melt. like i said, it was a good valentine's day.
it was closing time and we were the only people left still just talkin and playin some music and the owner gave me two nice red carnations to take home with me. it was a sweet gesture. of course, i'm sick as a dog, and being in the cold wasn't workin out great for my condition so we rode out to this tower to look at the stars and such but it was real fuckin sketchy so i decided we should drive back to tally...
so we went to all saints and hung out on the back porch for a few hours by the wood stove. richie brought lots of wood, so we kept the fire goin and met some more really interesting characters. the instruments all came back out again, and besides the two other kids our age hangin out it was just me richie these three artists and a couple of bums. haha. there was one particular 'drunken burnout musician' as he called himself,...he was a sad man, very dissillusioned. i talked to him for a long time. he's 55 and looks absolutely horrible. my parents are his age. it was scary to think...i don't know, he told me of his life, of the 10 year old daughter he had who just died, how he had quit drinking and picked it back up because fuck there was nothing else to do, and how in the 60s he could get a hefty sack of dope for 5 bucks....the guys were all tuning their instrumetns and he says 'someones flat'...then looks down at my chest and says 'but youre not'...hah creepy old man man...it's funny i call him an old man, because he is so young still...but just haggard and obviously had enough with teh world.
anyway we sat out by this fire talkin to the artists as they sketched and singin along to old tunes and finally richie and i decided to head back to my place. that man was so sad. it broke my heart, and i was telling richie that i'd like to think maybe we brightened his life just a little bit that night. i hope so.
richie got me four new packs of guitar strings (Cuz apparently mine suck) so he's gonna restring them for me. His dad makes harpsichords, so he knows how to deal with instruments, and he's gonna do some fashioning to the wood where my pegs go (cuz thats all fucked up too). anyway we had a nice night and i woke up this morning still sick as a dog, but happy. and the last thing richie said as he left was 'you know, me and that guy have something in common--the best thing we've got going is you'.
ah, make my heart melt. like i said, it was a good valentine's day.