Five kids
gang banging on Mercer Street
beat the living shit
out of The Tuba Man
one October Saturday night.
He died a week later.
The Tuba Man
played in the street,
usually in front of
a ball game
or
the opera.
I once asked
if he could hit
a low C
on my way into
a Mariners game.
He hit it.
The Tuba Man was like The Ramones;
you couldn't conceive a world without them.
But now, we have to.
4 comments:
This makes me very sad. I miss him now too, very much, and I didn't even know him. Thanks for posting this.
Yeah. I'm quite sad and upset by this. I guess my city has decided getting people to stop using plastic bags and selling outsiders a myth that we're a music mecca is more important than hiring police. The police department is the same size it was during the mid 70's while the population has exploded.
I'm horrified!! I feel so contemptious towards those kids...but what's happened has happened... Why couldn't they have left the sweet harmless man alone?
Terrible.
isn't it a pity.....
that is a sad story...please pass on my acknowledgement to the space in your town where the tuba man's memory hangs
thnaks for the music and that great opening shot
kittykat
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