One day, a long time ago, back in the early part of this ten year stretch. I lived with a boy named “Lucky” in a hallway. Lucky had a cat named Lucky that would pee on my bed and so to stop Lucky the cat I would put balloons on the bed, blue ones, I can’t seem to think why I remember the color being important. Anyhow, the cat used to pee on my bed anyhow, and especially when I left the balloons off. Anyhow, Lucky the boy had a box of tapes that he left out and I used to listen to them sometimes. I miss getting in other peoples stuff. Living on the road and sleeping on floors and in hallways, makes you feel like Woody Guthrie, who used to sleep on the floor even though he was offered a bed. He died at forty or something. Anyhow, besides Mothership Connection, which is freakin awesome, I used to listen to this record. Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan. With him and his then girlfriend blistering the streets of new york, or rather being blistered on the front. Anyhow, check out Hard Rain is Gonna Fall, try not to cry.
Brother Luke
