Bob Dylan, David Bowie, The Beatles, Sean Lennon, Ethan Miller, Woody Guthrie, Phil Ochs, Jack Elliott, Joseph Arthur, Teitur, Eric Burdon, The Rolling Stones, Queen, Doc Watson, pretty much everything I've ever listened to.
hey johnny,
hows life? i hear youve been moving around a bit... oh ya, and i wish you were here this weekend, weve got alot going on with family and all, the first giant trip to dland since the time you came with us, it should be interesting....aunt lorraine is coming...shes always...a blast... hahaha...i hope all is well!
I'm good. I've been on my own for like 3-4 months now. I'll be 18 may 31, woot. lol. I work at Sonic. My aunt is sick and on her death bed pretty much, that sucks. Alot. Plus I have no time to do anything. But other than those few things everything has been okay. How about you?
You's got mee bike too right? Sort of in Stockholm, Sweden right now. I stealthily left my job in Berlin in the middle of the night--took the money and peed on the floor--but anyhooters, how's you doin'?
I've been watching a lot of movies since I'm only working a couple days a week while I look for a new full-time job. I saw A Scanner Darkly last night. That was great and made me paranoid about surveillance. All in all, Boston is good.
Hey Jack~
i don't know if you remember me.. but hopefully you do..i met you at empire, and i bought your CD... then we talked outside.. and i told u that i am going to school for auto mechanics and stuff... but ya.. i just wanted to say hey... and see how your sales were going and find out when/if you put "wildfire" on a cd, cuz i will deff buy it from u when u do. (i will pay for shipping and handling and all ) lol.. but ya.. let me know whats up
-Kacie
Jack, long time, no see! I hope you are well. Are you still in Rhode Island (I ask based on the "shedding in the woods of Maine" comment, or am I being too literal?)? We should meet up at an open mic some time.
jack, the island has greatly missed its only worthy candidate for governor of the future. how one could legislate events that have yet to transpire, let alone morality, is beyond me, but there is a constituency here that wishes you the best.
I was outside St. Cecelia's Rectory
smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me.
It was mostly black and white, with a little reddish
brown here and there. When I started to walk away,
it followed. I was amused and delighted, but wondered
what the laws were on this kind of thing. There's
a leash law for dogs, but what about goats? People
smiled at me and admired the goat. "It's not my goat,"
I explained. "It's the town's goat. I'm just taking
my turn caring for it." "I didn't know we had a goat,"
one of them said. "I wonder when my turn is." "Soon,"
I said. "Be patient. Your time is coming." The goat
stayed by my side. It stopped when I stopped. It looked
up at me and I stared into its eyes. I felt he knew
everything essential about me. We walked on. A police-
man on his beat looked us over. "That's a mighty
fine goat you got there," he said, stopping to admire.
"It's the town's goat," I said. "His family goes back
three-hundred years with us," I said, "from the beginning."
The officer leaned forward to touch him, then stopped
and looked up at me. "Mind if I pat him?" he asked.
"Touching this goat will change your life," I said.
"It's your decision." He thought real hard for a minute,
and then stood up and said, "What's his name?" "He's
called the Prince of Peace," I said. "God! This town
is like a fairy tale. Everywhere you turn there's mystery
and wonder. And I'm just a child playing cops and robbers
forever. Please forgive me if I cry." "We forgive you,
Officer," I said. "And we understand why you, more than
anybody, should never touch the Prince." The goat and
I walked on. It was getting dark and we were beginning
to wonder where we would spend the night.
