DBIS

Oh, yeah, John Lennon? I didn’t know John Lennon but I dug the cut of his (pre-Facebook) jib. Then there’s Ed. Ed & I don’t know each other in the tangible sense, nope, just through a mutual David Baerwald appreciation society Qi, one people o the united states o http://www.dbinfosource.com, mi like to call the DBIS (tribe or clan or group or rabble). I don’t know, it’s been about five years or so now. I think I admire Ed more than he.. me, but that’s okay, as I’m not an easily pinpointed internet figurehead and he’s unswervingly grounded like a stake in a hard place & pointed in what looks to be an essential direction, or I don’t know..maybe it’s that he has more neighbors, friends & colleagues & doesn’t horse sense around so much wit tuneful booms & dipitydo Dr. Seussities like me, hence greater credibility. Or ..maybe it’s none o these. For me, it’s been IZ owl-like sense of humor, uberquick wittiness, & tireless civic discourse. E could be a legislator on dayz he ain’t rowing if e aimed to be, or the likeminded seafarer, where I’m a mere patriarch more in the pop warrior sense to open road patchwork poets & living room beatniks with hat tricks who’ll kind o show it but without the flamboyance compulsory to go standing on a milk crate where in-crowds gather to feast on waxed absurdities and other such ungainly gobbledygook once waged against the free press for it’s lack of verisimilitudes. “Toot-tooot,” …crooned the locomotive.

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