Bill Frisell - Guitar in the Space Age
Point of entry…an in between afternoon. Overcast sky. Skittering reflections of ducks arriving on the creek, laughing like The Penguin in a Gotham City escapade. Recollections of The Twilight Zone book lover that accidentally breaks his reading glasses, just as his wish to be left alone in a library at the end of the world comes to pass. And of course, childhood memories…walking rhythm.
Once upon a time I was standing with my fifth grade classmates listening to the teacher explain how to take care of the classroom rats. I thought it would be funny to put one of the rats on the teacher’s shoulder. I remember sitting in the principal’s office…while walking, my foot stumbles on the uneven pavement.
robot gears creaking
laughing ducks commiserate
flat copper penny
An owl retraces her great great great grandfather’s encounter with impertinent Squirrel Nutkin…a smile creases her face. The sound of robots rusted musings at the corner bistro…espresso and more memories. Tweet