John Watt
Member
stu! That was one of the best things to come out of my full time band days,
and that's sleeping when I'm tired, getting out of bed when I feel like it,
eating what I want when I want, and soaking in hot tubs.
I had all day to act like a tourist, and visit audience members at their jobs,
happy to canoe for free, or play tennis, pool, just visiting people,
and then I had to be ready for stage time at nine, where it was at for me.
I miss those six-nighters, a nicer gig than being a big star with a big show,
and too much time waiting around to get onstage.
The bigger the stage, the further away it was, the more inaccessible it was,
the more liabilities there were, and concert crowds bored me compared to dance floors.
Late one night on a long distance bike hike, pedalling along Chippawa Creek,
I heard two big birds with their mating calls, thinking geese, Canada geese, or swans,
more beautiful than any human vocals I ever heard,
an interplay of voices rising and falling, for almost half an hour.
That's one of the beauties about riding late at night in the dark, around the Niagara Peninsula,
still a major north american migration route for many species.
I get to see and hear many creatures that avoid humans by day.
There was a rider, a bicycle rider, who came from far awa, and in the dark he brought,
his heart was sighin', his eyes were cryin', for all the green fields that were lost.
And there was seaweed all along the shore, he had more miles to walk like a long loofah sponge,
and with the skirlin' of his voice he sang, of those broad-brick'd moon-lick'd nights ashore.
I...could...wait...a...million...years....noo.
It's nice to riff one off in the jazz forum.
and that's sleeping when I'm tired, getting out of bed when I feel like it,
eating what I want when I want, and soaking in hot tubs.
I had all day to act like a tourist, and visit audience members at their jobs,
happy to canoe for free, or play tennis, pool, just visiting people,
and then I had to be ready for stage time at nine, where it was at for me.
I miss those six-nighters, a nicer gig than being a big star with a big show,
and too much time waiting around to get onstage.
The bigger the stage, the further away it was, the more inaccessible it was,
the more liabilities there were, and concert crowds bored me compared to dance floors.
Late one night on a long distance bike hike, pedalling along Chippawa Creek,
I heard two big birds with their mating calls, thinking geese, Canada geese, or swans,
more beautiful than any human vocals I ever heard,
an interplay of voices rising and falling, for almost half an hour.
That's one of the beauties about riding late at night in the dark, around the Niagara Peninsula,
still a major north american migration route for many species.
I get to see and hear many creatures that avoid humans by day.
There was a rider, a bicycle rider, who came from far awa, and in the dark he brought,
his heart was sighin', his eyes were cryin', for all the green fields that were lost.
And there was seaweed all along the shore, he had more miles to walk like a long loofah sponge,
and with the skirlin' of his voice he sang, of those broad-brick'd moon-lick'd nights ashore.
I...could...wait...a...million...years....noo.
It's nice to riff one off in the jazz forum.
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