It's Friday at last! I'm here at work, listening to Toots and the Maytals, drinking coffee, got my favorite pair of sneakers on, and... the boss ain't here! In fact, it seems like half the office is deserted today. Doesn't bother me one bit. Aside from Cindy the Mouth and Natalie the Bigger Mouth, it's quite peaceful. They can't blab for too long on account of they seem to expend a huge amount of energy during their blabbing frenzies, so I'm sure it'll be dead-silent in here in short time. Oh! Cindy just dropped off! Won't be long before Natalie is exhausted... Aaaaaaaaaand she's done.
Aaaaaaaah... Peace and quiet.
This weekend, mi esposa and I are going to up to Lake Tahoe to see our friend's new cabin. I'm really hoping can take them to this one lake just a bit west of where their cabin is. I used to spend a lot of time up there hiking. Ok, well, not really hin\king for pleasure, but, see... my ex was from Tahoe. We were up there every other weekend. Her mom smoked so much and the house was always closed up and it was pretty gross, so I'd find excuses to get out and have some air. Hiking was the best I could do. 7 years of that. I know some great places to get away up there!
So I'm considering getting an old acoustic guitar, soft-stringed, kind of quiet. I had one but it somehow got smashed to little bits and pieces...
Speaking of Tahoe, there used to be a small tavern called Kennedy's, just before State Line. We'd go in the for drinks and listen to a guy named Mark play guitar. This dude was cool: he was working on his Master's Degree in Mathematics, taught kindergarten during the day, and played guitar at night. This guy played Richard Thompson's "1952 Vincent Black Lightening" better than Thompson himself! He was allergic to every form of alcohol except tequila, which he drank all night! And on top of all of this, he was a really nice guy.
Kennedy's, along with a couple of other storefronts and a small motel, was torn down and replaced by a Residence Inn. Ah, progress.
1952 Vincent Black Lightning by Richard Thompson:
"Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride
Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride
Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride
Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride"