Second Avenue

Tim Moore was a Tyler art school grad who played the drums in Woody’s Truck Stop (which included Todd Rundgren). I saw them at the Trauma a couple of times, but I never met him. We did seem to know a lot of the same people. And this song was always in the background, somehow. I was performing in a weekly cabaret on Penn campus, and I had a secret crush on my jazz pianist/accompanist, who ended up dropping out and moving to Boston. He called me and told me to come on up, we could get plenty of work, but when I told my then-boyfriend I wanted to go, he proposed to me instead and I didn’t know how to turn him down. Forty years later, I’m turning 60 and haven’t really accomplished any of my dreams. Christ, that’s depressing.

3 thoughts on “Second Avenue

  1. Susie, honest to god, I’m not being flippant. Maybe it’s not your life that needs changing, but your old dreams?

    That’s one of the things I came to for me, but I guess whether it works or not depends completely on the context.

  2. God damn you’re old Izquierdo. Hobbies are different than paying gigs. Holding onto dreams that can never be realized is important in defeating boredom. As Tolstoy said, boredom is “the desire for desires.” “Keep on truckin’.”

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