A Semi-Literate Boy Named Bobby

I was a project kid, pretty but hard to make.

Most of the men I let into my life started in pursuit but stayed as teachers.

I was bright and gave my full attention to any man who was willing to teach me about the world of art.

The music I knew was the music of my parents and the other kids in the projects.

From my Father I got Porter Wagoner, Buck Owens, and Skeeter Davis.

From my Mother I got Dinah Shore and Kitty Wells.

From the other kids in the projects I got Motown.

With the music of Motown I learned I could dance and for me dancing is still spiritual.

Everyone said I moved like a black kid, and it was true.

Black folks were my friends and neighbors.

As far as I was concerned I was a Black kid with pale skin.

I figured that Blackness was as much about class as it is about race.

My friend Paul knew I knew my ‘place’ in Charleston’s antiquated class system and that I wanted out.

Paul lived in the rich part of Charleston; the historic district near Battery Park.

He invited me to lunch one especially bright spring day.

He poured tea and showed me a decorative plate that was inlaid with hundreds of shimmering butterfly wings.

Paul liked exquisite objects.

We stepped onto the patio that overlooked his garden and I brought a branch of wisteria to my nose.

Paul said that he wanted me to hear a record.

He said he wanted my opinion.

Then he placed the Beethoven Violin Concerto in D Minor on the turntable.

I heard the needle drop, and then a timpani followed by woodwinds.

I listened as Beethoven told me a story.

I had never heard a story more complex and profound.

It was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen or touched.

And I never stopped listening….

Beethoven Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61

by Yehudi Menuhin, violin Wilhelm Furtwangler, cond Philharmonia Orchestra of London Recorded: 1953

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There are Worse Delusions Than Me Out There

There are worse delusions than me out there.

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There are Worse Delusions than me out there

I don’t incite armed racists to kill innocent people to distract the press from crimes I would never commit.

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I don’t incite armed racists to kill people to distract from crimes I would never commit

I don’t think blowing up the world is better than letting people who are different from me live their lives.

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I don’t think blowing up the world is better than letting people who are different from me live their lives.

At my worst I wouldn’t vote to starve children.

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At my worst I wouldn’t vote to starve children.

Plus, I’m fun

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Plus I’m Fun



I hope you enjoy this fun little cover of ‘Blackbird’ as much as I do.

It’s remixed with Garageband and text-to-speech vocals

It cracks me up.

 

Beatles – Blackbird (Trance mix)
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on 11/18/2008

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I went to the market just the other day

To get some toilet paper in a desperate way

I grabbed a roll an took a poll

“Is it used up for you in a day or so?”

A man in the checkout line smiled and said:

You one silly faggot right outta your head!

I use it scented, I use it mean.

I’m all wiped up like a clean machine!

So I went on home with that in mind

and unrolled a scroll before Suppertime.

donald trumps face on an unscrolling roll toilet paper

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Image and poem  (c) Rob Goldstein January 1986 All Rights reserved

The Acquired Sanity of Death

I fought

for the

great

revolution

when the

poor will

come first

and

be safe

and

live like

the

happy trash

on TV–

but the

revolution

was

murdered

and

starved–

but I

escaped

into

loony bins

where

I took

pills and

acquired

the sanity

of

death.

B Goldstein July 2015

This post was inspired by a chat with Melinda at Looking for the  Light about my alternate Bobby.