Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I picture the Tired Monk getting ready to do a little boogying! Robes aswirl. Morning, Ollie, from the tired wild woman!
nice...dig me some crunchy power chords....
this just reminds me of how eager I am to get one and when i got it, everyone is already on video cd player... hahaha... JJRod'z
...and ya gotta hold the headphone plug just right to catch all the bass.
I remember that...nice one ~
Apt description. Nice poem.
awww makes me miss that churning sound
There was always something more comforting about analog, perhaps because it's a physical not virtual medium, keep rockin' bro.
Battered yet crunchy, the discman is a trusted friend :)
Had a discman for years before my daughter gave me an IPod. Saw a documentary about Pearl Jam and loads of Neil Young footage in there; a mutual admiration society. Showed them jamming, and Young is taking no prisoners, rocking like it's life or death. Loved this poem, Ollie! Amyhttp://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/10/31/lost-soul-sun-whirl/
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.