Brother Jerry

            Lets see what’s new. The cowboy song has made great strides since last I blogged. The circus drummer came into the studio and laid down the perfect drum part to the song. He didn’t have time for lunch afterwards. He had to promptly leave to teach a class, so he passed on his payment. I offered him cash, but he turned that down as well. I love Los Angeles. There is a lot of talent milling about, and the circus drummer not only had talent, but he was a great person as well. I must be doing something right to be so lucky.

            I started writing a new book. I know it sounds like I’m a type A personality, but I’m not. I’m pretty lazy in actuality. The book is called Brother Jerry and its about my brother Larry. I’m about eight-pages in, and for now I’m not worried about what I’ve written. I’m going to write it and then go back and fix the grammatical errors, and piece it together. I had it in mind to write a book about a singing Mexican nomad, but the idea never materialized, or hasn’t materialized, and there is no sense waiting around.  Yesterday I wrote a new song. Things are good. I’m on a good path and I hope everybody out there is listening to their inner beauty. Salud. 

Sergio

It has occurred to me that Cuban Sergio can’t read. What a terrible thing, to go through life not being able to read.

Sergio is part child, part beast; he’s a strong man, older, in his late fifties or sixties. He’s top heavy with a big puffed out chest. He’s vulnerable about the knees, one swift kick to his legs and game over.

            I think Sergio was one of those boat people that floated over to the United States prior to the Wet Feet, Dry Feet period of Cuban migration. He said he came here in nineteen sixty-six. I have a funny feeling he was in prison at one time. All I really know about him is that he goes to church twice a week, he lives alone, he has a daughter, and he was a drug addict for many years. to which he installed illegal cable television for the poor to support his habit. His nickname among the proletariat was “Cable Man.”

            Sergio and Bill bicker all day long.