Six strings, six million
Notes you must have played and still
Left us wanting more
Six strings, six million
Notes you must have played and still
Left us wanting more
From Jan. 29, 2011
Weekends tailor made
For resting up, healing hurts
Restoring spirits
From May 17, emptying a notebook.
Dinner with our friends
What a great idea! Let’s
Ask ourselves over
Meta-data are
Vertically integrated
But what does that mean?
(Tahoma’s the default email font on a lot of PC’s these days.)
Like Tahoma she’s
Sleek, modern; the only thing
She’s sans is serifs
How come Beethoven
Seldom could find his teacher?
‘Cause he was Haydn
(And the first in a series on square dancing that never materialized.)
At the big square dance
Homer Simpson busts a move
Watch him doh-si-DOH!
From May 18
The real mystery
Is history: Why don’t we
Learn its real lessons?
Ruby Tuesday’s like
TGI Fridays only
Three days earlier
Ink from well-kept pen
Flows smoothly across the page
Writing should feel good
Alt cars won’t flourish
Without charged-up promotion:
Volt, Leaf need big plug
I guess you could say
Arrested Development
Is my middle line
For a friend whose pet passed on yesterday:
We say we own them
But our hearts know they own us
Their tails wag our lives
A brief argument
To counter evolution:
Hank Williams, Jr.
B.o.A. website
Down again; bank’s lame advice:
Don’t ask, do teller
Today’s overdose:
Janis Joplin, heroin,
1970
Holding Company
Was holding, and Big Brother
Was not watching you
Psychedelic soul
Southern Comfort powered blues
Raw intensity
As good as she was
Music couldn’t release her
From all her life’s pain
She couldn’t hold on
So take another little
Piece of my heart now
Random haiku from earlier this year
Feb. 10, Boulevard Brewery and Christopher Elbow release new chocolate beer. I pass:
Chocolate beer? I guess
Christopher doesn’t know his
Ale from his elbow
Beatles on haiku:
“Well she was just seventeen”
Syllables, that is
May 11
You must remember
This: A kiss is just a kiss
But don’t tell Hershey
Digital photos
Have no darkroom moments to
See what develops
And one for a friend, on what would’ve been her father’s 75th birthday:
A dad’s Cheshire smile
Lingers in our memory
Warms us to this day
June 10
Do crazy quilters
Consider their handiwork
A blanket statement?
Ambiguity
How to take a “smiley tear”?
Signed, Oxy Moron
July 21
Shuttle touches down
One last time, its star sailors
Back in Earthly port
Hearts that soar must land
But mine, having none of that,
Slips gravity’s grip
Eddie Cochran, Oct. 3, 1938 — April 17, 1960
Stevie Ray Vaughan, Oct. 3, 1954 — Aug. 27, 1990
Lindsey Buckingham, Oct. 3, 1949 —
An early rocker,
Texas blues man, latter-day
Beach Boy born today
Some days have a thread
Running through them, in this case
It’s a guitar string
Eddie Cochran lived
Long enough to write such hits
As “Summertime Blues”
He played in movies,
Overdubbed and multitracked
He was “Somethin’ Else”
Death premonitions
After Buddy, Big Bopper
Richie Valens crash
Wrote “Three Stars” tribute
To those fallen friends, didn’t
Live to see release
While touring England
He died in a taxi wreck
At age 21
Helicopter crash
Claimed another guitar man
Texas’ “Stevie Ray”
Stephen Ray Vaughan rocked
The blues several years before
He hit the big time
Played in high school bands,
Flunked music theory, dropped out
Hit the road full time
In the Nightcrawlers,
Triple Threat, Double Trouble
He drew attention
But no record deal
Would come Stevie Ray’s way till
1983
His intensity
Finally reached wide audience
“Texas Flood” hit big
Cocaine, Crown Royal
Don’t mix well, though; Stevie Ray
Had double trouble
Studio records
Never lived up to live ones
He struggled with that
And in ’86
Stevie Ray Vaughan damn near died
He had to clean up
His comeback was good
Sometimes with brother Jimmie
And bigger-name stars
But foggy mountain
Added him to the long list
Of rockers snuffed out
There’s one still picking
Though he seldom uses picks
Lindsey Buckingham
A certain genius
Winding, intricate pop from
Brian Wilson’s muse
High school, Stevie Nicks
Bet she was a real vision
Edge of 17
Career exploded
In Fleetwood Mac, millions sold
Two No. 1 discs
Rumours’ catchiness
Sprawl of Tusk let him branch out
Do his tall-grass stuff
But impermanence
Like imperfection is part
Of all things human
Lindsey and Stevie
Dissolved, as did the great group;
Re-formed, time to time
He goes his own way
Quirky solo work, “Trouble”
To new “Seeds We Sow”
Not bad for a guy
Who never took lessons, still
Doesn’t read music
4 kindergartners
Clad in pink, red, yellow, blue
Rainbow peds x-ing
Syria’s rebels
Hope to bridge their differences
Push Asad aside
Health food — chocolate dipped
Coating keeps out all the germs
Buy them at Hole Foods
We get what we want
But not when we wanted it
Timing’s everything!
And a contribution to the BAD HAIKU group on Facebook, where pretty much anything goes. I think this was part of a bunch about grapes.
Doll, peel me a grape
Run your fingers through my hair
Read some bad haiku
Richard Harris, Oct. 1, 1930 – Oct. 25, 2002
Julie Andrews, Oct. 1, 1935
Stars came out today
The lovely Julie Andrews,
And Richard Harris
He was King Arthur
She was Guinevere, but not
The same production
Turns out they DESPISED
Each other after being
In film “Hawaii”
Good she did the play
He the movie, preserving
Peace in “Camelot”
Richard Harris raised
As much hell as anyone
On the stage or screen
Indifferent parents
Left him feeling cold; he drank
From an early age
It’s a miracle
He lived as long as he did
In his liquid state
I think HE’s who left
That damned cake out in the rain
In “MacArthur Park”
Sobered up at last,
Or he’d have checked out sooner
Wizardry came next
Albus Dumbledore
Was his final role — too bad
Just two episodes
So raise a Guinness
In his memory if you must
But stop after one
And what can a guy
Say about Julie Andrews?
British loveliness
‘Liza Doolittle
Mary Poppins, Maria
Three legends in one
Most beautiful voice
The sweetest face, almost hid
Impressive acting
Her “Modern Millie”
And “Victor Victoria”:
Bright comedic gems
Love you, Ms. Andrews
So glad you keep shining on
— And happy birthday!