Peter Case

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This track didn’t make the final sequence of the LP. DJ Bonebreak on drums, David J Carpenter on Bass, recorded by Sheldon Gomberg.  I worked on this song a long time,  and at one point it was 45 minutes long. That was too much! riding in your snow-white car I never thought we’d go so far top down we chased a star      that somehow fell to earth like Magic In Reverse   on summer days we made up songs down on the beach beneath the palms silver fish flashing in the calms     & I didn’t know

The Big Phone Call The Breakways broke up, and I painted houses for a year, working for our old road manager, Ron, and making about 5 bucks an hour. The whole time I kept writing, playing and trying to meet musicians I could start a band with. It took a while. The Plimsouls started January 1, 1979, three of us backing up a blind singer and guitarist named “Doc” Holliday at a joint in El Monte California called The Place.  It was three nights a week, five sets a

conspiracies–I never thought about them on the grey November—in the backyard with a football—“the president’s been shot”—it never occurred until Rolling Stone started blowing on their trumpet—or maybe news of Garrison—as time passed I began to feel the enormity of the wounds of those killings—then, late nights alone, reading the lore—a quickening of all the senses—life—ah yes—and it made as much sense as the tale of a lone gunman—sympathy & identification with Oswald—not as a killer but as a young lost soul—then feeling the truth was being revealed—as waves

bottomlessness (from Shakespeare Wars, by Ron Rosenbaum) ‘A highly developed, acute servant of other people’s truths.’ ‘He’s someone who empties himself out.’ ‘A million percent alive… this person, walking through the streets of London must have lived each single moment with an incredible richness of awareness, so many levels, infinite levels of meaning.’ ‘ He can overhear and notice two kinds of things: all the life & noise pouring out with great excitement. Yet at the same time, even though he is a very practical man, he can evoke in words faraway worlds, strange tales, astonishing ideas, and develop &

someone keeps an eye on me someone I’ve never met I’ve got their dishes in my kitchen their picture on my tv set he worked downstairs in the diner sixteen hour shifts or more cooking & waiting tables & when they closed mopping the floor he came here with his family they left a world behind this new land was a mirror but the sky was redesigned he never raised his voice at all at work or in the home said “what you do comes back to you good luck is yours on loan” he wore a grey fedora tipped

5) Green Street Dorian lived upstairs from the Green Street Mortuary, in North Beach. He was caretaker over there, cleaning up around the bodies downstairs, late nights and early mornings. The rest of the time he was blowing mouth harp out on Broadway, with the likes of me and Jimmy, or practicing alone, sitting on his bed, upstairs over the death chapel, truly lost in the blues. He’d come to the states from Australia, and his skin was a whiter shade of paste, but he took his blues music very seriously.  He was “living the blues,”  and that was the