365 9/26

 

I get a little tired of having to say, "Do you come here often?"

But when I look in your eyes,

I see the harmonies and heartaches soften

365 6/5

 

And if I swallow anything evil

Put your finger down my throat

And if I shiver, please give me a blanket

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

365 12/14

I staggered back to the underground

And the breeze blew back my hair

I remember throwing punches around

And preaching from my chair

365 11/16

The news slows

People forget

The shares crash, hopes are dashed

People forget

Forget they're hiding

365 11/13

Keep me movin'

Over 50

Keep me groovin'

Just a hippie gypsy

365 6/12

But knowing I am so eager to fight

Can't make letting me in any easier

365 4/22

I can't sleep and I lay and I think

The night is hot and black as ink

Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain

Nirvana: Live at the Paramount

Last night I watched Nirvana’s Live at the Paramount.  The concert was filmed on Halloween of 1991.  I was stunned by how fresh and direct the band still sounded, how young they looked, and how the music still resonates.  The movie brilliantly captures the last moment of the band before they became superstars. 

My last Halloween at The Village of Pine Run was in 1991.  Pine Run was a rough community of townhouses and apartments that sat on the wrong side of the old train tracks.  We had lived there since I was four. 

In ’91, I was a junior in High School.  On Halloween after school, I worked out in the weight room.  I caught a ride home from Jamie Skelly.  We listened to Public Enemy’s Apocalypse ’91… The Enemy Strikes Black.  “Can’t Truss It” was blaring out from the uncovered Jeep.