a red winged blackbird dive bombed me last week. was amazing and surprised i wasn’t more shocked or frightened when it singled me out, trying to shoo me on my way with birdlegs that weighed between 3 and 4 toothpicks. hard to believe the nerve of taking on something 5000 times larger. was it my black baseball cap? do i smell? did it have babies around that i was threatening? twenty minutes later i returned and it happened once more. amazing, same sequence of thoughts. many other people walking or jogging. watched to see if they had same treatment … nope. could it be because the day before i had bird seed and put some down enjoyed by blackbirds and chipmunks? did it remember me out of the hundreds of others who passed in the last 24 hours, as the guy with the seed? was it asking for more? just then i noticed the nest and little chirpers. until that moment i enjoyed all my other explanations equally.

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simon approached me to start a project archiving all my career stuff, posters of gigs, photographs, the records, articles, awards even the Handle Like Eggs flexidisc by Flat Old World/ Mark Lerner from last century which I still have 25 copies of. even found a book that the late graham kennedy bestowed unto me, of 200 drawings done one drug or booze fuelled night at their 80s loft Lump of Squid by himself, john grove and frank perna, improvising on the theme of Bob. it’s a mystery but like the red winged blackbird, i have explanations about these drawings and Simon but ultimately i don’t have a clue.