It's been a while since I last updated. Life has happened but nothing worth going back to blog about.Today the boy and I were in Borders. He was there to meet a possible bass player for a new band, I was there as transportation.
We got there early and I made for the coffee and he went to the music to wait for the bass player. I waited for my coffee for a about 10 minutes and the girl the boy was meeting still hadn't showed. As I was sipping wondering what else to do with my time I saw them walking up to the store. They seemed like nice enough people but you could tell that they felt out of place at the book store. Not stupid, just that they didn't belong. Like "the word" made no impact on them. I let the boy have his meet and wandered about trying to find something interesting.
For some reason I ended up in the poetry section. Now when I say poetry section I mean 3 shelf sections full of poetry books which is quite a lot for RedneckNeoCon Central. Right away I ignored it all looking for anything by/about John Keats. I've been interested in Keats since reading the Hyperion series by Dan Simmons. Simmons actually used Keats as a character(s) and referred to his poetry a great deal. I wanted the book pictured because it is complete but it also has some letters in it. That is what makes this book special. Sure, the poetry is great, but the letters really show who the man was.
So after looking at every poetry book they had I left the poetry section empty.
The boy's meeting was over and I met the girl's parents who seemed nice enough. I offered up Casa De Pi for rehearsals, then we left after a few minutes of casual conversation.
We listened to PiL's Second Edition on the way home.
3 comments:
I don't know. You have to be careful about a bass player who is late.
I was in a band with a drummer and a bass player who were collectively known as the "Mañana Brothers". Things could never happen today with them, always tomorrow.
A girl bass player? Now that's cool!
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