Poetry For Everyday People
Dob Studio 21 Revisited
He came in
the music room,
wild hair
wild attitude
carrying a guitar case
Guild acoustic,
Jamaican, New Yorker,
Italian, Jazz fusion,
guitar monster,
music master,
motivational
teacher,
this cat was
everything.
He was my
teacher
friend
brother
business partner.
Business didn't make it.
But time does not remember the rain.
Brother we have to
be brothers again,
nobody knows you're
moves like I do,
we had it down to
a science,
nobody
knows the old diversion
while not signing the check
trick (buying us a couple
of days of inspiration),
or we will defeat our
enemy no matter the coast,
or the we're taking a beating
captain but we're still going,
Seren (recording engineer, HEY BABE)
was hit badly
but we think
with good rest he might pull through.
We are soldiers defending
constantly our right
to create, to be,
we are intellectual
minds engrossed in
daily philosophy brother,
music,
life,
music,
all those cheese pies
we ate at the studio,
our compound, our armor,
our home base, all the coffee
we made and drank, all the smoke,
brother we laughed so much,
everyday, every night, despite
the financial hell, we found
a way to laugh daily,
Gerry Brown,
Delmar, all the magical
recordings,
the takes when
we looked at each other
at 2 a.m.
and knew we got it,
the Haitian band of
twenty people with
kids and old people
and food, coming in to
record at midnight,
we walked out of that
studio at times,
soldiers leaving
combat.
I sure miss shooting
the s h i t
with you, we can
crack-up together
bro.
All those maniacs
we know.
the music room,
wild hair
wild attitude
carrying a guitar case
Guild acoustic,
Jamaican, New Yorker,
Italian, Jazz fusion,
guitar monster,
music master,
motivational
teacher,
this cat was
everything.
He was my
teacher
friend
brother
business partner.
Business didn't make it.
But time does not remember the rain.
Brother we have to
be brothers again,
nobody knows you're
moves like I do,
we had it down to
a science,
nobody
knows the old diversion
while not signing the check
trick (buying us a couple
of days of inspiration),
or we will defeat our
enemy no matter the coast,
or the we're taking a beating
captain but we're still going,
Seren (recording engineer, HEY BABE)
was hit badly
but we think
with good rest he might pull through.
We are soldiers defending
constantly our right
to create, to be,
we are intellectual
minds engrossed in
daily philosophy brother,
music,
life,
music,
all those cheese pies
we ate at the studio,
our compound, our armor,
our home base, all the coffee
we made and drank, all the smoke,
brother we laughed so much,
everyday, every night, despite
the financial hell, we found
a way to laugh daily,
Gerry Brown,
Delmar, all the magical
recordings,
the takes when
we looked at each other
at 2 a.m.
and knew we got it,
the Haitian band of
twenty people with
kids and old people
and food, coming in to
record at midnight,
we walked out of that
studio at times,
soldiers leaving
combat.
I sure miss shooting
the s h i t
with you, we can
crack-up together
bro.
All those maniacs
we know.
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Dob Studio 21 Revisited
Dob Studio 21 Revisited
