tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post733074669556886257..comments2023-10-18T03:06:25.107-07:00Comments on The Daily Growler: One Spring Morning Off Spring Street #25The Daily Growlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15052460567863294528noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-29303508513801185482007-10-25T21:35:00.000-07:002007-10-25T21:35:00.000-07:00Here's a little tale for you about Matty and his f...Here's a little tale for you about Matty and his fire escape. It dates back to the night he put me on the guest list for his gig with Tim Hardin at The Bitter End or The Other End, or whatever the fuck they were calling it then. That was probably the spring of 1976. (Jesus, was that a long time ago.) Anyway, after the gig, we packed up Matty's drums and piled into his old shitbag of a car that was some little orange tincan of a sedan in those days and landed back over at Spring and Greenwich. And damned if Matty hadn't locked himself out of his apartment and it was after midnight in that blank and desolate neighborhood, and no sign of life anywhere. Matty didn't seem the least bit upset and walked around to the fire escape and stared up at it. Now, remember the ceilings of the Greek diner were high and they had those big plate glass windows with the little transom windows above them so that the fire escape up on the second floor was miles above the sidewalk. Matty stood there for a second with this goofy look in his eye, and I swear to God, this is true, he leapt up off the sidewalk, in an Olympic high jump record breaking leap, and grabbed the lowest rung of the little ladder that hung a few feet below the bottom platform there. And the little monkey chinned up and released one hand and grabbed up to the next rung and climbed up the fucking dangling ladder, no legs, hand over hand, until he was high enough to scramble onto the fire escape proper and pop into his window. It was a gymnastics meet gold medal performance. I was totally astounded and remember that little performance better than the gig with Tim Hardin (which I remember pretty well). So, when you mention Matty and his fire escape, that night pops into my head. He was such an athlete, that guy.Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-85347385812728657612007-10-19T11:38:00.000-07:002007-10-19T11:38:00.000-07:00That got fucked up somehow. These computers. Tha...That got fucked up somehow. These computers. Thank you for showing up today on the "Morning Growl". I was afraid we were going to lose you to despair or something. You just brightened my day up again out here in the never ending rain in northern California. Keep going man. I loved your tangential anti-Yoko tirade that took off out of the blue in the middle of other stuff and then resolved itself. <BR/><BR/> And yes, it was wonderful to come of age after the sexual revolution and before the AIDS epidemic. I feel lucky to have been a young adult in the world then. And in NYC too, living in the Village, first West, then East. Life was wide open and free back then, or at least there was the illusion of that, and illusions are worth a lot.Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.com