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Poem for Friday


Kittery Tide
By Doris Muramatsu & Nate Borofsky


There are times when I want to pick up and say goodbye
To the oldest friends I've known
Jump in the car with no street map
No long sleeve shirts or shoes to pack
Just the sound of you and my guitar

I can't wait 'til the day
You come running to say
Those summer nights are here to stay
We can run far away
Not tell a soul for a day
Carry me, oh freedom's delight

'cause I've spent times locked in grooves
Trapped in mama's old black shoes
Or my papa's, folks' and friends'
Always wanted a way just to have my own say
And walk the untrod path 'til the end

I can't wait 'til the day
You come running to say
Those summer nights are here to stay
We can run far away
Not tell a soul for a day
Carry me, oh freedom's delight

As the map tore in two
I swore and vented like a fool
Watching miles tick, road signs fly
But I was running from myself
There was no one else
Who could know that better than I
I can't wait 'til the day
You come running to say
Those summer nights are here to stay
We can run far away
Not tell a soul for a day
Carry me, oh freedom's delight

As the light changed to red
I wrapped the scarf tight round my head
I was cold as the Kittery tide
There was not much more to see
So I turned back quietly
And crossed back to the other side

I can't wait 'til the day
You come running to say
Those summer nights are here to stay
We can run far away
Not tell a soul for a day
Carry me, oh freedom's delight

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All the excitement of my Thursday involved going to see Girlyman at Jammin' Java in the evening -- the rest of the day involved things like laundry and cleaning up the mess left over from the painters. (Well, I did watch a bunch of Doctor Who Confidentials while folding the laundry, so I really can't complain.) My mother picked up the kids for dinner so we could go out -- Jammin' Java has really great chili, which makes up for some of its drawbacks as a venue, namely that the aisles are so narrow and the seats so close together that if the person next to you is larger than a size four, you end up in each other's laps. Fortunately I was sitting between apaulled and psujedi, who had beaniekins on her other side...the two of them and I discovered Girlyman when they opened for the Indigo Girls in August.

Girlyman was playing two sets tonight, at 7:30 and 10, and we went to the early one though the band promised the second one would be 35% funnier than the first, which was pretty hilarious...they let the audience vote among "Rock Me Amadeus," "Moose in the Road" and "Thing Wild" (though they ended up doing all three eventually) and teased each other about guitar picks, missed cues and an incident involving attack seagulls at the Chesapeake House on I-95 that sounded entirely plausible. They did my very favorite of their songs, "St. Peter's Bones," and "Kittery Tide," "Hey Rose," "Superior," "Reva Thereafter," "Soldiers," "Joyful Sign," "Carols at Christmas," Paul Simon's "Born at the Right Time," Dusty Springfield's "Son of a Preacher Man" and a whole bunch of new songs of which my favorite was one with something about storms in the title about dealing with one's baggage.


Girlyman at Jammin' Java.


Ty Greenstein...


...Doris Muramatsu...


...Nate Borofsky.


Ty and Doris have been best friends since they were in second grade.


Now Ty and Nate live in Atlanta and Doris is still in the New York area, which I hope does not bode ill for their musical future as a trio!
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Adam has a half day of school tomorrow, though Daniel does not...I am confused why the middle schools get out early, since, like the high schools, they don't have parent conferences, only the elementary schools. But at any rate I will have to write a Trek review around Adam and possibly his best friend, who is in Big Trouble for some unnamed misdeed so it's possible the friend will be grounded, which would actually make things more difficult for me since Adam will want my full attention if he can't go play with his best friend!
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