Showing posts with label David Bromberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Bromberg. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

More David Bromberg And Our World Might Make Sense



In last twenty minutes or so, have I mentioned that I play guitar?, or that I did.  My Gibson J-45 is now in the possession of fruit of my loins.  I played 5-string banjo and it rests next to my bed.

My stubby digits no longer pluck and plunder the quiet of God's Vale of Sweetness - Praise Him!

I bow to my betters in all things.  David Bromberg stands tall on Guit-box Olympus!

Witness! HebrewCelt!



A man of sense!


And one that really speaks to the authentic male - the human being with marinara- stained fashion wear, no loss for words after nine cans of Huber, or bear-trap memory when called at the bar!  " Your eight year old  son is and has been waiting for you at Kennedy Park - Baseball practice ended at three and it is now 4:30!"
( prgenant pause) and bluster! . . .Go, Man go!

He's fine it's a park, for Crissakes! I'm on my way! Honey, I picked up those flat-bread crackers tha. . . you (CLICK!) like. . .gotta go!



Have mentioned that I write?

http://www.musiciansfriend.com/guitars/gibson-j-45-true-vintage-red-spruce-acoustic-guitar#

http://www.davidbromberg.net/