Helping The Old

Some people don’t like Charles Bukowski, I’m not one of them.


Helping The Old

was standing in line at the bank today

when the old fellow in front of me

dropped his glasses (luckily, within the


and as he bent over

I saw how difficult it was for


and I said, “wait, let me get

them. . . “

but as I picked them up

he dropped his cane

a beautiful, black polished


and I got the glasses back to him

then went for the cane

steadying the old boy

as I handed him his cane.

he didn’t speak,

he just smiled at me.

then he turned

I stood behind him waiting

my turn.


The Rubber Necker, Bach and Mozetich

Sometimes driving and listening to the radio I have heard things which caused my brain to explode and had to pull over for everyone’s safety. It happened one time with Bach – I heard it! What previously I took for modern was made completely teensy weensy because he was improvising with four voices and remaining melodic and that was 350 years ago.


It happened another time with the Danielson Family. I couldn’t figure out how the main singer, Daniel, did with his voice what he was doing. As it turns out that is just how he naturally sings – all elements together made for a car accident if I didn’t pull over and quietly enjoy this masterpiece.


And then last week – poof – this came on. I tracked down Julie Nesrallah and she completely understood my problem.




Sometimes I can’t get certain songs out of my head.

Sometimes because it’s amazing and deserves to be stuck on loop. Like the arpeggiated guitar part to I Want You (She’s So Heavy). An exquisite loop.

Sometimes because it’s been played everywhere I go and I can’ escape it.

Sometimes I have no explanation. Like why is Dog and Butterfly currently occupying prime real estate between my ears? I never liked Heart. This is an insult to brains everywhere.