In memory of a musical masterpiece named Gene Pitney
April6
I was a kid in the 60s, and I remember a big glossy red square with a love heart on it and a man in the middle of the heart which seemed to be looking at me.
Those eyes had a great honesty, no walls. He has a quiet feel to him, almost a shyness. When he looked at me off that glossy cover, he didn’t take from me, or give to me, he was just ‘being’ in his own space. it was a marvellous thing to have a friend like this, even if he was only ever a picture. Read the rest of this entry »
