beep beep bop let me connect you….
pine street traffic always up and up
hills and mountains and hayes street alamo square
music through the night
tascam 4-tracking the city with morale
jumping pubs of the lower haight – toronado and mad dog in the fog
golden gate havana 3am and mr robyn lunchtime concerts in the park and
the through the panhandle to green apple books we go
on a mission to peralta music with flam and lavoie
to an isreali percussion soundtrack
raves and transworld teachers, teaching russians english on russian hill
learning chinese in the kitchen
hyde street studios (there’s sandy pearlman) interning cataloging microphones and saw the masters for robyn’s eye
tai chi with sifu wong
loma prieta earthquake shake
warehouse artist oakland space
music in the air
sf state
when you said to me, i am not so old . . .
and flying kung fu films and fangs
and babes in toyland at the i-beam
jazz legend don cherry lives in my hood he’s waiting patiently next to his bike for the atm
and he played a toy trumpet in a club on divisidero
as did robyn hitchcock sing and play guitar on his birthday
van the man leading the band valiantly at the masonic auditorium
scale it down at cafe du nord
dna lounge and tom verlaine and julian cope at boz’s slim’s
and clouds and rain and fog and mist
and lion dancing chow fun chinatown.
no car and take the bus and tram no problem
now i go back try to remember some things
and reinvent others
cafes and streets and people moving through
the Warfield last waltz and new waltzes by The The and The Mats
waiting for liftoff by dreaming harder
north beach and city lights the beating heart of the city.
new memories uber the hills
and hardly strictly music and greeeeeeeen
acres of space to where i am now and
union square’s heart beats on and on and on
jedbonniwell 