Notes to Byrne LVII (At the End Of That Haunted Highway and between thoughts)
Round mid June 2014 had another interview with the Gulfport School District
Seemed like it was going well until, “Mr. Holmes, how are your relationships with parents?”
© 2015
June 13, 2015
Sitting
here, in the Med, at my usual spot typing, on my labtob, about that place in Hollywood , Los
Angeles ,- Cahuenga
General Store. Was there on my 40th birthday. It was by a place
called ‘The Acting Corps.’ The Acting Corps had signs on the outside, “If Not
Now When?” Ever so reminding me, “Man, I still gots’ a way to go.”
Tonight
at The Med, Jackson
State University
A
beautiful woman, woe man, with a Coca Cola glass bottle shaped figure comes in.
she was telling, the host Maranda J., “It’s my fortieth birthday. Actually it’s
tomorrow.” Oh wow. What are the chances of me sitting here writing about that
open mic in Hollywood
on my 40th birthday night. Back then I performed the same poem I’m doing tonight. I am wearing
the same three piece suit. Dude man, it’s gotta’ be a sign from my Loh’Rd.
Maybe this chick is meant to be my wifey, “Cuzz I see some ladies tonight that
should be having my baby. Maybe.” Then the DJ starts playing that Notorious BIG
song, “Well I see some ladies who should be having my baby, maybe.” I walked up
to her. Wished her, “Happy Birthday. You ah fine 25 year old.”
“Thanks,
actually I’m turning forty.” Damn.
Thinking
to myself, “It’s a sign dude.” “Shut up John,” Charles voice echoing through my
head. He still sets me straight when I take my thoughts to Krazy Land
I sat
back down at my usual spot, at The Med., in Jackson Mississippi inspired I
continued typing. The events of this passed year went through my mind. Flashes
before my eyes-like that moment before death.-
Naw, this
about life!
“If Not Now.
When?”
I’m
almost done with the autobiographical blogs. The idea, to create these entries,
was inspired by my principal at Mingus
Mountain Academy
What can
I do to promote my works to all of them? Create a blog about different times in
my life to connect them all together. Charles death takes a toll on me. Even
thought about quitting it all. Naw, that’d be too easy. Quit before-Ground Zero
Blues Club Clarksdale Mississippi –open mic Thursday. Was trying
to find a way to start my next fictional work. Wanted it to be a segue leading
to book II of Going Educational. I have another idea. It involves me playing
music on my guitar, imagine that uh? I also have to finish this blog.
So where
was I?
“Where’s
My Groupie?”-self centered indeed. Why do I get the hard times? I go to these
open mics and these musicians are good at playing music. Especially, good at
playing covers of other peoples music. I went to Ground Zero every week for
about four months. Ninety percent of the time, I played songs that I had written.
Where’s
my good job in my home town? I’ve heard
it said quite a few times that the folks in Bayou View dictate who is in
and who is out. Am I black listed?
Round mid
June 2014 had another interview with the Gulfport School District
Seemed
like it was going well until, “Mr. Holmes, how are your relationships with
parents?”
“Oh uh,
parents and I don’t get along so well.” One of the interviewers laughed at my
answer. Damn, why did I say that? Shot myself in the foot. Mustah’ naw, I did have
the mentality that, “The whole world’s against me.” Thus manifesting a
self-failing prophecy.
Late June
2014, I was working out when I got that call from Jackson Mississippi. Rode up
there.
“I hate
it how these kids act out on the rap rhymes they listen to.”
“Yea, I
told one of the students, ‘Chief Keef is good, but he ain’t no 2Pac.” The
principal replied. During the interview, I also let it slip out that I do
open mics. He took me on a walking tour of the school.
“Well Mr.
Holmes you got the job.” I reached out. We shook hands, “Thank you. I’ll do my
best.”
“I
know you will.”
Well,
damn! That’s a huge relief. Wouldn’t you know two other schools, North of
Jackson called me offering me a job.
“Well I
still gotta’ pay a fee to do what I do.”
Was at
awe hanging out with mutual friends of Charles and mine. They actually jammed
with me. I was sooh lost at their chords progressions and riffs. Gained their
respect I reckon.
One of my
AA friends took me to the Irish Coast Pub to see this musician Diggs. Much to
my surprise he was hosting an open mic (every Monday evening. The Irish Coast
We’d go
there together for about a month. I did a few jams there. Most of em were
shite. Kept going to their open mics every time I was on the Coast from Jackson on school breaks.
Round mid March 2015, and they kept playing the house cd’s blaring, they
ignored me. I don’t blame em’. They had quit jamming good songs that rocked the
crowd just to accommodate ‘Crazy John.’
I’ll be back
and Rock Em Harder Than
Ever.
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