Sometimes you just have to tell people to just “FUCK OFF !!!” My phone has been ringing off the hook, with a very needy, self-centered woman, who thinks I exist to serve her day and night as her beck and call boy.
I have a rule about reciprocity, if you fail this requirement, you loose …
I spent the balance of the day with my best friend, eating good food, and decadent desserts, at Jeanne Mance Park. Jeanne Mance Park is within earshot of Mount Royal Park, across Parc (road) where the Sunday Funday Smoke Some Weed and Play Your Drums, Tam Tam’s takes place weekly.
On our left was a badminton game going on. On our right, was a biker, who was smoking weed, he asked us for a light, with a huge DUBE in his hand. He didn’t ask us if we wanted to share, just a light, for himself.
Not that we would have partaken anyway.
You cannot go very far in Montreal, in the park system and not have to smell weed in the air all around you.
How often does your best friend come to Montreal to see you ? Not often enough. We pledged to change that. I will be going to Ottawa next month.
Good conversation was had.
On the way home, we stopped in a very dangerous shop. A RECORD STORE !!!
I haven’t seen a record player since I left the Night Club business some years ago. I knew records existed. But I have not owned a record player in more than thirty years.
But I bought three records for myself. Which means, I need a RECORD PLAYER …
Xanadu is self-explanatory. I have the music on my phone already. I remember, as a teen-ager getting both my parents to take me to see the film. I’ve seen it several hundred times over the years.
Level 42 needs a little bit more explanation.
When I was a young man, not yet twenty-one, I was working in a travel agency. I was the Manager of said agency at the time. Auspicious? Maybe, maybe not. It was a career that I could have prospered in. Save for the rampant alcoholism that was already present.
That particular year, business was especially good. Pan American ticket sales were through the roof, and we traveled as often as we could. First Class at that.
Because, who flew coach, when First Class Passes were handed out quarterly.
First stop was London, England. Don’t remember much of England. But I did some serious record shopping while I was there. I had a walk man in my carry on luggage and I shipped all my packages home, because we could not check luggage when traveling stand-by passes.
I bought a Level 42 Cassette of Running in the Family … Record Above …
I have a copy of that album on my phone as well. And I listen to it often. One particular cut on that album, “Children Say” has a sound that is reminiscent of trains over tracks.
Every time I listen to it, I can shut my eyes, and JUST make out a visual memory of the over night train we rode from Munich, Germany to Rome. It was an overnight, sleeper car journey.
I know both records I bought today. Just finding these little gems of records is sweet.
I could really do some damage, money wise, if I started collecting records again.
Which means, I need a player to play them on.
My best friend gave me a John Coltrane CD called Giant Steps.
I am told that it was one of his best creations, after he got sober. A little JAZZ to accompany my meditation practice.
Last year, or was it the year before, I got John Coltrane’s Love Supreme CD. He was still living in Montreal, before they moved to Ottawa. We used to sit on the deck out back, and listen to music, and eat fattening food and talk for hours upon hours.
Something I really miss today. And he came up for a concert on Friday, which coincided with my birthday quite nicely.
I’m really grateful.
In 4 hours … I will technically be 50 years old.