All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
|Dear Lois, I'm Sorry For My Ignorance
I need to unburden my brushes with great blunder
Lois Gibbs thought I underfed my cat,
worse, thought I was a biased journalist...but I was young
Spike Lee wanted to know while I was rolling tape why I didn't ask him a question
I remained mute
Maya Angelou appeared puzzled when I cornered her and compared her poetry to John Keats'
Al Gore's hand felt small in mine
a pregnant Juice Newton was annoyed by my interviewing technique that one summer day
while Eddie Money was baffled I didn't remove the 45 'Walking On Water' before having him sharpie the sleeve
but we appeared together backstage in a Billboard magazine photo
the concert promotion I stole from a local radio station promoter
because the concert manager was a childhood neighbor
in the hallway of my old university the girls of Vixen weren't allowed to pose for a pick with me
I think they wanted to, but weren't in makeup
I could have met Buddy Guy, didn't want to, wasn't my kind of music --
nor were war stories, I told a workshop author, unaware he penned the boring grist,
and Elie Wiesel, how important was he when I could spend the afternoon on my dorm floor
blasting 'Disco Inferno,' which was about what?
Social ignorance, my social discord,
wake me up when it's time for another 2-dollar-a-bottle-Boone's Farm run
I'm going to sleep this off now...plenty more ignorance to come.
*Lois Gibbs was a famous activist I invited to my house
You can look up the rest, if confused
I'm sure I'm leaving some folks out
Spike scared me most