Mauri | June 14, 2006
Somewhere along Highway 1 north of Freeport we spotted a small guitar/luthier shop, and decided to stop.
Residing there was an old Martin. My “old” D-28S was made in 1970, this guitar in…um, 1898. Small, feather light with a slotted head…a 12-fret showing little wear with a really loud voice. Ron Pinkham, the resident luthier, didn’t [...]
Mauri | June 13, 2006
Not. The sky is blue and sunshine bright—and ‘word is that Albert will blow through somewhere south of here. We woke looking out at the harbor, took a walk by Mayflower II, and blew a kiss or two toward P-rock nearby. Right now we’re at baked-egg-souffle-heaven (Panera Bread)—or so it seemed, that also offers good [...]
Mauri | April 17, 2006
Words & music by paul simon
Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.
Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.
Can you imagine us
Years from [...]