So I stepped onto the subway platform walked past the young man playing a beautiful worn guitar with vigor. He was strumming a C to G two chord song, all the while holding onto the D and the G on the first and second string giving the song some and underlying tension. The lyrics were stumbling out as if the could not get out fast enough like ideas coming out of subway trains and down the steps. He ran through a litany of troubles that left my mind as I stepped away but the impression remains of Boston stories sieved through poetry and a worn guitar.
You can find out more about him here:
http://bryanmcpherson.com/
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
The First Sign of Spring
What a beautiful day it was up around 70 degrees today. So I was walking in the park listening to two folks playing bagpipes. Do you call them Bagpipers? Bagpipes are so loud that they had to space themselves a good 100 feet away from each other to keep from bleeding in and causing Bagpipe feedback. Odin only knows what would happen.
Nothing like a hipster playing the bagpipes, to march us into springtime in Boston.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Corner Lounge Paintings missing in Knoxville TN!
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