We received a package from Dave yesterday, it contained a couple CDs, a DVD, and a Bob Dylan t-shirt for Winston. The t-shirt says, “Times They Are A Changin” and it’s funky and kind of psychedelic like Milton Glaser’s famous portrait of him.
One of the CDs was a mix CD titled “No Time”. It was a really mellow mix that took me back to the days where Dave and I used to go to the Moose in Doylestown after all the other bars closed at 2AM. We’d hang out at the Moose from 2AM to 4AM on a lot of Friday and Saturday nights. They had a jukebox filled with hidden gems from off the beaten path artists. I guess you could say the jukebox was for music snobs, but for most of the people hanging out at the Moose at 3AM, music was about all we had, so we took it pretty seriously.
As Jaclyn came into the picture, the Moose faded out. The weird thing about the Moose was, we weren’t at the bar in the early morning to get drunk or to find chicks, we just weren’t content with sleeping. We played this pool game where everyone in the bar would put in $1 to play this game called 3-Ball. To win 3-Ball, you’d have to sink 3 balls in the least amount of shots. I never won, but Dave won a lot. The Moose was the only bar that I’d ever been to where the patrons really admired outstanding pool players. Dave had a lot of street cred at the Moose. I sucked at pool and wasn’t officially a member, Dave was a member and a great pool player, he was Batman and I was Robin.
Anyways, the music was mellow and a lot of times depressing, but it wasn’t depressing to be there, it was more reflective than anything. It was like the opposite of church, but strangely similar.
It was great to hear the CD and some great new music discovered off the Pacific Coast Highway.
Thanks for the package, the shirt will fit Winston perfectly, he’s getting big.