Cath Carroll's husband.
I don't think I'd call him hot.
Some may disagree.
He said he knew you.
Naturally, I picked his brain.
He dispelled the myths.
If it weren't for him,
I might not have learned film sound.
Now I work on shorts.
Later, I was told
He suspects I blogged smack talk,
Mocking him and Cath.
Allegations false.
I would never do that crap.
I respect the guy.
I was that dick who
Yelled, "play When It All Comes Down!"
At some Shellac show.
Bob said, "What?" And so,
I clarified: "Cath Carroll!"
Shameless namedroppage.
Bob said, "We like her,
But no, we won't play that song."
Understandable.
Cool afternoon fog
Autumn storm breaks furious
Smell of solitude