I'm an old guy, living near San Francisco. I was born in Austria and grew up in Shanghai. Long-distance running used to be my passion. Now it's digital photography and hiking. When people ask me what I like to take pictures of, my answer is "what I see". I follow world-events and am of a rather liberal stripe. To top it all off, I'm a vegetarian.I'm an extrovert and don't take life terribly seriously.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Hans Is At It Again!
Seen at Point Reyes this morning. Tell me what it is and I'll feed it!
Looking back has risk. I found Billy Moore. He died in 2002 in horrible poverty and was buried in a common grave in Guyana.
He must have taken a acid trip and never returned. He has a healthy son in Sweden, a business owner.
Billy was Mr. Hip in Sausalito. He appeared in playboy magazine with a naked model laying near as he played his guitar. It was 1966.
I remember listening to Coltrane s avant garde Ascension, (1967) and enjoying It for the first time in his living room. He played a heavy prank. Few knew the mind of this unique prankster.
He laughed after we understood it was the beginning of a long trip and we were on our own. The lemonade he served us was spiked......
I remember his beautiful Swedish wife telling us she had smuggled Marijuana to Sweden in her fur coat. She did not liket he adventure because the coat made her sweat It was the sixties and we did not care.
Something happened and now there he was. Forty years later, devouring a mango, on the porch of a woodenshack, the sound of children in the background and his eyes dead, his spirit gone. Old Billy Moore was about to disappear forever.
Hans
ReplyDeleteLooking back has risk. I found
Billy Moore. He died in 2002
in horrible poverty and was buried in a common grave in Guyana.
He must have taken a acid trip
and never returned. He has a
healthy son in Sweden, a business
owner.
Billy was Mr. Hip in Sausalito.
He appeared in playboy magazine
with a naked model laying near as
he played his guitar. It was 1966.
I remember listening to Coltrane s
avant garde Ascension, (1967)
and enjoying It for the first time
in his living room. He played a
heavy prank. Few knew the mind
of this unique prankster.
He laughed after we understood it
was the beginning of a long trip
and we were on our own.
The lemonade he served us was spiked......
I remember his beautiful Swedish wife telling us she had smuggled Marijuana to Sweden in her fur coat. She did not liket he adventure because the coat made her sweat It was the sixties and we did not care.
Something happened and now there
he was. Forty years later, devouring a mango, on the porch of a woodenshack, the sound of children in the background and his eyes dead, his spirit gone. Old Billy Moore was about to disappear forever.