Whos gonna steal the show, you know, baby it's the Guitar Man

Michael gave me a card when I was 12 that I kept on my bulletin board for a long time. It was one of those hallmark "just because" cards and he gave it to me during a period in which I'd been struggling with the transitions between the Ocean Park house and Alisal. When he and Mum divorced I cut off the front cover and kept the message he'd scrawled inside of it

"I know it's hard to move back and forth
I can see the pain in your eyes,
but do not fear, I am always here,
your friend till one of us dies."


I don't really know what to say about it, I'll probably have to wait a few days before I've got anything I can put words to. Rough day.




The Guitar Man - Bread

Who draws the crowd and plays so loud,
Baby its the guitar man.
Whos gonna steal the show, you know
Baby its the guitar man,

He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then hell get you high
Somethin keeps him goin, miles and miles a day
To find another place to play.

Night after night who treats you right,
Baby its the guitar man
Whos on the radio, you go listen
To the guitar man

Then he comes to town, and you see his face,
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin keeps him driftin miles and miles away
Searchin for the songs to play.

Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along,
You want to get the meaning out of each and evry song
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home.

He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down, then hell make you cry
Somethin keeps him movin, but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go.

Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice hes just got to find
Another place to play,
Anyway got to play, anyway got to play.