16 August 2009

dreaming of my dear friend

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I was back at my real home, the one where I no longer live, and it was really taken over by wealthy people instead of just starting to tend too heavily in that direction. Peggy hadn't let it daunt her. She was still whipping up great desserts and foisting them upon her neighbors in any of the multifarious serving dishes she has for such things. I was briefly with her, after not seeing her in three years, and marveling about how healthy and bright and rejuvenated she was looking. Glowing. I was very, very pleased by this and she was just chattering happily as though I'd never gone away.

Then, I don't know if I was making the rounds of the neighborhood to collect the serving dishes back for her or just to note all the places they were currently residing, but one of them was broken. It looked a lot like an oversized martini glass and the stem had snapped. I'd gone into the house/spa of a very, very chic middle-aged woman to tell her that a very large amount of cash had accumulated in the ditch of her Japanese rock garden landscaping out front... kind of like maybe the drain had clogged and it was backing up, but I'd had the feeling people were just dropping it there as donations to something, or like people throw pennies in a wishing well. She was tsking over Peggy's broken serving dish in her hands, looking vexed about how to set it down in that condition, and not bothered at all that this huge amount of cash was accumulating in the drainage for her front yard... barely registering that she had heard me.

In fact, she wasn't exhibiting any real feeling for the damage to Peggy's property, or for the possible loss of, or clog of, all that cash out there, unattended, and pretty much interacted with me as though I were a robot programmed to interrupt her with useless bits of information.

10 comments:

  1. I grew up in Niles and I will never forget how it was and roaming around the bay in the 60/70 was nothing but fun. It might not be the same but it is the Bagdag by the Bay. I only go with friends that drive me today and I wish I had more time to hang out there.
    jo6pac

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  2. One of my favorite songs ever. Spooky Tooth with Gary Wright was one of the best groups ever.

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  3. Spooky Tooth reunion, heavy blues group, Mike Harrison on low vocals, Gary Wright high vocals, like the Righteous Bros.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fre89067f1g

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  4. Well, I think they were much better recorded than live. They needed the producer and mixer working on them to bring them up to Righteous Brothers status.... Or so it seems to my ear for this sort of thing.

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  5. That live clip is them much older, I think it's very good. You don't?

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  6. Spooky Tooth (Cotton Growing Man)

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzzXt4oUPW8&feature=related

    Cotton Growing Man

    Cotton Growing Man
    Sitting in your chair
    You think you're a winner
    You don't have a care
    All you do is sit and drink all day
    Yes you don't do nothing
    Cotton Growing Man

    Cotton Growing Man
    Drink away your sin
    Forget all the slavery
    It got lost in gin
    All you do is sit and drink all day
    Yes you don't do nothing
    Cotton Growing Man

    You got all the cotton that you need
    You got all the money with your greed

    You got all the cotton that you need
    You got all the money with your greed

    Cotton Growing Man
    Pass away your time
    Forget all your troubles
    Drown them deep in wine
    All you do is sit and drink all day
    Yes you don't do nothing
    Cotton Growing Man

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  7. I think it's just okay... but maybe your speakers are better than mine...

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  8. Niles was the original Hollywood, part of Fremont today.
    Think Buster K.
    Charlie C and a host of others shot their films in Niles canyon.
    jo6pac

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  9. Oh! Thanks, Jo. Man, have they ever ruined that area! I mean, most of everything is ruined, but some places more than others. I guess we have our fond memories, though. That's something.

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