I am missing my Alonso Fernando Piano and, by proxy, Stephen Bruton. This little missive focuses on a furry family member who adopted me (and my brood at the time) at first glance and who I loved through all the blips of our trials and tribulations. And also on a fabulous songwriter and guitarist who I had a major crush on in my youth and who did not discourage me.
"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life. Music and cats."—Albert Schweitzer
Which reminds me of Stephen Bruton who I met in my teens when he was on tour as a back up guitarist for Geoff Muldaur and later Kris Kristofferson. A bright and brilliant and happy servant to the main act. Wild and angelic, he la_ter opened up as a deeply soulful, truthful songwriter who made me pull off to the side of Memorial Drive one late afternoon commute home to find out... who is this singing?Who wrote this song?_
Stephen Bruton. The boy guitarist who brought me roses and ran his hand up and down my teenage calf through a concert in a snow storm. And then the songs that slayed me so many years later. Here's one:
The King of Everything.
Two treats from a long and winding life.
One more song from Stephen. It's a good one!
Trip around the sun.