It is 03:55 on a hot and sticky summer night in SA, a world away from New Jersey where Julian Garcia has driven himself to work through everything wet and cold nature has to offer. I drag myself out of bed to switch on the computer. I am tired, did not get to bed early at all. On the bedside table my book and pencil are waiting, because experience has taught me if I dosed off somewhere during Groove it all night on Homegrown Radio NJ, I do not remember anything that was played before the snooze. But this morning I briefly consider Continue reading
Well the streetlights shine down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by, holding hands two by two
The girls in their summer clothes … pass me by … I have read that this line is seen as a description of the disillusionment of a man in mid-life, when he still has the desire to charm the girls, but the young ones are not impressed any more (or nobody at all?). But strangely the picture in my own head is that of a very young boy, gathering his courage to go out and do all kinds of wonderful things – and they pass him by.
I like the following clip, because it shows his interaction with the crowd so clearly: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sqQKCZlVBg – lots of comments on the site from people who where there, even on that video.
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… A kid’s rubber ball smacks off the gutter ‘neath the lamp light
Big bank clock chimes
Off go the sleepy front porch lights … Just beautiful!
And amazing that he can still write about rejection like this, when all of us know what happens when he just as much as sit on a bench at the beach for a little while!