Life in the Village was not just about playing at the coffeehouses. It was about understanding the intellectual and artistic background of life. You'd be sitting with a fellow habituate listening to a discourse on Proust one day, Aristotle the next, and Steinbeck the day succeeding.
I couldn't see a future in which I acted like the responsible adult they expected. So the end.
" Wes, what's a 12 letter word for an idiot who endlessly natters on about uninteresting topics?"
It is pleasant to just for a moment, step back, and realize that some things have not yielded to either technology or years.
Same old Same old made some money.
The adventure in all this was finding the time, and sometimes the place, to sleep.
Well, here it is. It took about an hour of digging around to locate. It's a list. A setlist. It contains a listing of the songs that I regularly performed when I composed the list. It's very late, probably around 1977.
We were sitting around in a circle. As one song ended, the next person in the ring would pick up and add her or his voice with a song of their choosing: Josh, someone new to us, joined the circle. Josh was carrying the Stella guitar that no one ever used. It had action so high that fretting was almost impossible.
I sat down to watch the movie " a Mighty Wind" with some trepidation.
The Cafe Why Not didn't stand; it lurked below ground level opposite the Cafe Wha in New York's Greenwich Village.