tucson – feb 3
Had lunch with convertino today. The usual joint. Poca cosa.
Hadn’t seen john in a long time I think. I was just in the old 65 barracuda. Primer black and running like silk as pappy used to say. I was in my own world. Big sun glasses behind the wheel. Earphones dripping out the next piano record. Idling in the drive way dirt and john just appeared at the window. Never saw him coming.
We headed off for some lunch then, him following behind in his 50’s vw bug of beige. No parking spots down by the restaurant, and I could see they already had posted the “cerrado” sign out front, probably chasing off “gem show” stragglers. So I careened around the block to find a spot quick enough to still get me my chile relleno fill.
Zipped up the next block, almost past wavelab studio, and there was joe burns standing on the corner. One foot on. One foot off. Looked like he was talking to jon rauhaus and unaware. I was having to turn around wide because of oncoming traffic. The radius is dangerous. I am heading right for joe. I miss him by an increment, shouting like you do when your horn don’t work …and cracking myself up.
“look oooooooooooout!!!!!!!!!”
John then came barreling around the same corner on my trail, which continued the crack-me-up. I got busy then finding my parking spot and getting in to lunch land on time.
I have not heard from joe in many years. He lives about 3 blocks away. It occurred to me, one day about 5 years ago,
if I do not make the effort to get in touch with him, if I do not call a band meeting, if I do not track him down while he is away on tour, to wonder how long it would take for him to ever feel like getting in touch with me. Apparently more time then it’s already been. Oddly, this band line-up never ended with a fight or disagreement or any lover’s triangle.
I think it ended by interpretation.
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