old cape cod

02/23/2023 2 By BuddyCushman

You and me and rain on the roof.

I saw the ‘Lovin’ Spoonful’ once, a zillion years ago, at a place called “The Surf” in Hyannis, Massachusetts, which is perhaps the most “city-like” town on Cape Cod. At least I think I did. I think they played with ‘The Byrds’ too, and another sweet group from those days. Graduation times, ’66, ’67’, ’68. Sometime then.

It was just raining rather insanely out on B Street, and a morning walk, my daily thing, is rather up in the air, or skipping through puddles, perhaps swaying in the breeze like the so-grateful flowers and trees – thanks for the drink. Even succulents are good with it.

“You have misspoken” someone suggested last night, and here now those words are flying through this old heart of mine. Little League and Easter parades, drunk up against some tree, filled up with this library mind. These days – unlike ‘The Dead’ – living on green beans, Vitamin B-12, and Koans.

I’m kind of feeling brand new this morning. And not prepared, which I dig. Maybe go to Amazon and cop a ‘Spoonful’ best of – Daydream; Didn’t Have to be So Nice; Summer in the City; Six O’clock; Believe in Magic; Darling be Home Soon; Didn’t Want to Have to Do It.

Tell me about it.