Never break the chain

It was interesting re-watching Simon & Garfunkel's concert in New York City from around 30 years ago. Among many other things I noticed, the duo coincidentally happened to mention all three of my cats by name during this show: May, she will stay and Hop on the bus, Gus, and Wake up little Susie. Shortly after watching this concert, Jeopardy had an answer about a song of theirs that used tire chains. I thought "Bridge Over Trouble Water" used drums and cymbals, etc. when it builds to a crescendo. But that was the correct question. In listening to it, expecting the sorts of chains ghosts might be rattling, I didn't hear chains, so I had to look up where it really was. Drummer Hal Blaine said, “The image I got when I heard the song was a black man in a chain gang. So I went out to my car, got my chains from my snow tires, and overdubbed the ending section. I was on my knees in front of the snare, pulling the tire chains across the head, and slapping them down on two and four. It created a cool after-beat."

You gotta look sharp!

Recently read about this woman who, in 2012, wrote a poem every single day and then posted them on her blog Amy Turn Sharp.. And they're good poems. Wonderful to read. So I've been needling myself, saying to myself, Why am I not doing this? Drag myself out of bed 15 minutes earlier & write something, anything and put it in a Varushka poetry blog. At any rate, when the weather's been nicer, I've been taking my lunch half hour to sit outside & scribble a page or so of lunch poems, much like Frank O'Hara, but of course, not at all like Frank O'Hara because he wrote so phenomenally, even during his lunch hour.