Just read "Walkin' Talkin' Wheatfield Cicada Blues." This is the third or fourth Thunder Pie essay I've read so far, and thee things are real gems. Serge is not only great rock-n-roll musician. He has the heart and soul of a Poet. That's Poet with a capital P.
"I want to shine at this and I am determined to. I want to help Charlie in his time of mild need here, be the guy/the dude/the Dad, but it’s not always that easy for me. I get tricked sometimes by my own imagination. I see myself doing it one way, being this one person, and then something shifts and the axis gets bumped and the mental landscape slides and all that."
Oh, I hear that. I'm pretty sure every Father that ever walked this planet has felt like this.
Wow! Cool supplement for us friends and fans. NOMADLAND was very special indeed. Something to just sink into and luxuriate in. A side of America a lot of folks don't even know exists, let alone empathize with. Check out SOUND OF METAL when you have a chance. I know you'll dig it. And for someone, like myself, who's suffered some hearing loss (and tinnitus as well, which sucks indeed) via a combination of genetics and a lifetime of playing loud music, it touched a nerve. Be well. And keep writing.
Thanks so much, Tom. I’ve heard of ‘Sound of Metal,’ but only a bit. I’m going to make sure we watch it now. Glad you liked this format. And I’m grateful for the movie tip!
“Why can one person steal me like this and talk to me through photos from across time and space?” The magic of connections expressed in one spare sentence. Beautiful. Loved this one.
"I’m a cool-rockin’ American depression dog married to a 10,000-year-old soulful witch who plays first base." And that makes you a lucky man. My favorite so far!
"I hear her laugh a little and she doesn’t try to hide it, and it adds years to my life, I think." That's the ball game right there, an essay in a single sentence. You did it last week with "The day is coming and nothing can stop her." Keep 'em comin'.
My son is 13 now and still playing local and travel ball. You capture t-ball perfectly. They could tether Wonder Dog from the friggin Macy's parade on top of the tee and BAP! They would still hit the doomed plastic holder.
And those damn uniforms are the worst part. Getting up on Sat. to travel to God's knows where Waze takes my hung-over ass, its the uniforms that get you. Where is the other sock? Where is the in-house hat? No ! Not the travel hat! I'm getting sweaty just thinking about it.
And why do they assign white pants to the players? Mine son's are instantly covered in Wawa entrails on the way home from distribution . I tell him to slide in the dirt during warm ups and BP to make up for my lack of interest/skill in bleaching.
Ken, this whole comment made me smile. I wish we could watch our sons play on the same field together, laugh at the madness/ revel in how far they’ve come. Hope you and your boy have a really great season.
Good stuff man. Your prose has a strong Kerouac-style going on.
Thanks a lot, Perry.
Just read "Walkin' Talkin' Wheatfield Cicada Blues." This is the third or fourth Thunder Pie essay I've read so far, and thee things are real gems. Serge is not only great rock-n-roll musician. He has the heart and soul of a Poet. That's Poet with a capital P.
Thank you so much, Bill. A really good feeling to be acknowledged by one of my main writing heroes. I appreciate it, my brother.
I was with you on point.
Felt the feeling of it all.
Well written, young man ♡
Thanks, Mimi Poppins. That means a lot. ❤️
"I want to shine at this and I am determined to. I want to help Charlie in his time of mild need here, be the guy/the dude/the Dad, but it’s not always that easy for me. I get tricked sometimes by my own imagination. I see myself doing it one way, being this one person, and then something shifts and the axis gets bumped and the mental landscape slides and all that."
Oh, I hear that. I'm pretty sure every Father that ever walked this planet has felt like this.
Thanks, Ed. Yeah, I suspect you are definitely right about that.
Just ordered a new book. Thanks Buddy.
Oh excellent. Let me know what you think, Ed. I hope you like it as much as I do.
Wow! Cool supplement for us friends and fans. NOMADLAND was very special indeed. Something to just sink into and luxuriate in. A side of America a lot of folks don't even know exists, let alone empathize with. Check out SOUND OF METAL when you have a chance. I know you'll dig it. And for someone, like myself, who's suffered some hearing loss (and tinnitus as well, which sucks indeed) via a combination of genetics and a lifetime of playing loud music, it touched a nerve. Be well. And keep writing.
Thanks so much, Tom. I’ve heard of ‘Sound of Metal,’ but only a bit. I’m going to make sure we watch it now. Glad you liked this format. And I’m grateful for the movie tip!
This really is a wonderful piece of writing.
I sure appreciate that, Tom. Thank you very much.
“Why can one person steal me like this and talk to me through photos from across time and space?” The magic of connections expressed in one spare sentence. Beautiful. Loved this one.
Thank you so much, Taryn. It means a lot.
"I’m a cool-rockin’ American depression dog married to a 10,000-year-old soulful witch who plays first base." And that makes you a lucky man. My favorite so far!
Oh, thanks a lot, Ed. I’m really glad you’re reading and commenting. I appreciate it.
"I hear her laugh a little and she doesn’t try to hide it, and it adds years to my life, I think." That's the ball game right there, an essay in a single sentence. You did it last week with "The day is coming and nothing can stop her." Keep 'em comin'.
Ah, thanks so much, Robyn. That means a lot coming from a writer like you.
Hollywood should be so lucky to create someone like you! U scrappy heartthrob!
My son is 13 now and still playing local and travel ball. You capture t-ball perfectly. They could tether Wonder Dog from the friggin Macy's parade on top of the tee and BAP! They would still hit the doomed plastic holder.
And those damn uniforms are the worst part. Getting up on Sat. to travel to God's knows where Waze takes my hung-over ass, its the uniforms that get you. Where is the other sock? Where is the in-house hat? No ! Not the travel hat! I'm getting sweaty just thinking about it.
And why do they assign white pants to the players? Mine son's are instantly covered in Wawa entrails on the way home from distribution . I tell him to slide in the dirt during warm ups and BP to make up for my lack of interest/skill in bleaching.
Anyway, thanks for this. It really resonated .
Ken, this whole comment made me smile. I wish we could watch our sons play on the same field together, laugh at the madness/ revel in how far they’ve come. Hope you and your boy have a really great season.