When The Rain Falls

It is a beautiful afternoon here in California.  As you may know, if you watch the news or the weather channel, we are sliding into a pretty wicked drought here.  Fortunately, right now, we've got a very nice Pacific rain storm pouring down upon us.  It won't be enough to break the drought, but every inch of rain is going to help and they are predicting that we are going to get an inch or more out of this one and there is another right behind it carrying the same promise.

I've been working a lot this week - a pair of 12 hour days in row and then 10 hours today, with the possibility of another 2 hours this evening.  I am going to meet Tony for dinner at Denny's down the street, mostly to see how his world is treating him as he enters what is potentially the end of days for his employment with the City of San Jose.  I've been working on my big project and I bulled my way through a big hurdle this week, moving the customers that much closer to a concept of operations, which is the document that cascades into all the other documents.

I had a rough day yesterday, just a lot of stress in the chaos of work, unintentionally aggravated by one of my co-workers who seems to have developed a real affinity for bureaucracy and one of the things that can get under my skin pretty quick is our pointless love of paperwork.  It led to a testy exchange - and I carried that into the evening.  I was thinking about it as I feel asleep, so I tossed and turned off and on for about two hours, which means I was up late.  I did come to a solution, at least one that will satisfy me, and so I am going to address that tomorrow.

Then, in the evening, I got a wonderful email from TR, which I absolutely devoured.  Following that, I called my folks in Winner and talked with them for over an hour.  Well, mostly they talked and I listened.  It was a pleasant conversation, but I have to say - that whole growing old thing is not for the faint of heart.  When I finally climbed into bed I read for a while and then slipped into a pattern of reading, trying to sleep, reading, trying to sleep until eventually I fell off.  Morning came a little too soon and that is what carried me into the day.  But, tonight, outside, the rain is falling and it is beautiful

Rain and Continuum

It was another pretty good day.  A few ups and downs, but what I would normally expect from a working day. It was a little stressful at the end of the day when I got a flurry of requests for data as other people ended their day, but I was able to knock about half of them off before I called it a day and headed home and the other half should be easy enough tomorrow morning. My meeting schedule at work is pretty light tomorrow, so it should be a productive day.

I had a simple dinner tonight, then took a bit of a rambling walk through the neighborhood just ahead of the gentle rain that has descended and is splashing off the rooftops outside.  That is a great and soothing sound. I called my step-dad and talked to him for about a half hour or so.  He is scheduled to be released on Thursday, and he's looking forward to it, but slightly apprehensive, which is understandable. After talking with him I called the ranch and talked to Tom for a while and everything seemed to be going smoothly out there.

So, my plan is to ease into the night and watch the most recent episode of "Continuum" from the DVR. During that, I may write a nice long email.  Then, I will most likely curl up with "The Pattern Scars" and read myself to sleep.  I think I am going to set my alarm clock tomorrow, something I rarely do, so that I can get a jump on the day. I'm feeling productive in advance of the day.  Incidentally, if you like Science Fiction and you haven't watched "Continuum" on the SyFy channel, I happen to enjoy it.

Jack Reacher

I woke this morning to the sound of pouring rain, that heavy rush of a winter storm, with the deep and long rumbles of thunder providing a magnificent undercurrent. A wonderfully lazy hour with T.R. to start the day, then breakfast with Tony and Tyrone at the Hickory Pit, followed by a walk-through of Fry's, where I managed to only buy a Vitamin Water Zero and a package of mints.

Then, home for a few hours of  laziness and out to see an afternoon showing of the new Tom Cruise movie "Jack Reacher", with the wonderful Rosamund Pike and an excellent little supporting turn by Robert Duval. I was not enthusiastic about the movie, though Cruise is rarely bad - I had read the book and I just could not reconcile Cruise with the character of Jack Reacher in my head.  Still, I was willing to take a chance on the movie and I am glad I did.

I am happy to report that it was very enjoyable, Cruise was good in the role (was he Jack Reacher, uh, no - but I could accept him as an alternate universe Jack Reacher and ultimately that was good enough), and Rosamund Pike was absolutely luminous. All in all, an entertaining film.

From there, we grabbed a bite Buffalo Wild Wings, then drifted home. Tony stopped by and I helped him do a little research on his installation of dual video cards (sweet!) and then I settled in and watched the most recent episode of Fringe.  Excellent as well.

I am about to fire up the DVR and watch the guilty pleasure of my days that T.R. turned me on too - Ancient Aliens - and wander my way into the night, but I thought I would pause and make a quick entry out here.  I hope the rain pours all night so I can sleep like a baby.

Broken Sky

This was the view as I commuted homeward last night, a beautiful and broken sky.
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Sunday's Chronicle

I made today an easy day. I slept until about seven a.m., then woke to the sound of heavy rain.  I laid there in bed for a while savoring the sound, that quiet rush of water cascading off the roof of the apartment building, the steady hiss of the rain on the street outside, the occasional loud pop of a large drop against the bedroom window. I rolled out of bed, splashed through the shower, had a cup of coffee then sat and thought and meditated and otherwise enjoyed the rain.

Breakfast at the Hickory Pit with Tony followed.  The restaurant itself was only half full, due to the heavy rain, and it was dark and gloomy outside.  After breakfast I swung over to Target to pick up some odds and ends, then a stop at Michael's and Ross for the same reason. I took a leisurely walk around the mall and people watched for a while, before heading home to a quiet afternoon.

I spent the afternoon split between family calls, true crime stories on the History Channel, and setting my Christmas tree and decorations up.  The only thing I haven't done yet is hand the lights.  I am going to have to wait until the rain stops before I do that, since on the outer string I have to use duct tape to hold the lights in place. My Christmas tree looks great though, I will have to take a picture of it and share that picture with you all.

I took a short nap about three in the afternoon, but actually just kind of laid there, not quite napping, not quite awake, simply admiring the colors of the tree outside the bedroom window, since the afternoon sun had broken out.  About four p.m. I went over to meet Tony for an early dinner at El Burro in the Pruneyard.  I had enchilda suiza, chicken, with rice, beans and cheese.  It was heavy and filling meal, but because I had skipped lunch, it did not weigh me down.

From there, I took a walk through Barnes and Noble (and managed to not buy anything, but I did take pictures of the covers of a couple of books so I will remember to look them up the next time I go through there), then drove home to watch the season finale of "The Walking Dead".  Outstanding bit of television, all in all, and a great mid-season finale.

The rest of the evening is going to be "Once Upon A Time" and then reading.  I am anticipating a full week at work with two main problems that I would like to solve in the early days of the week. One of them is about eight hours of just grinding through details, so I am going to try and clear my calendar so I can deal with that.  I am holding out the hope that, hour wise, it will be a regular week.  And not the regular 12 hour week, but a regular week.

A Rainy Mornings Commentary

I woke this morning to the sound of pouring rain. It was nice to just lay there, snuggled tightly under the comforter, nice and warm, and listen to that liquid hushing sound. We’re bracketed by spring storms here, but the gray, wet, and cold is alleviated by the knowledge that spring is rapidly approaching. Hot Coffee and T.R. were an excellent start to a rainy morning.

One evening last week, as I worked at my computer in the spare bedroom, I could hear the birds singing outside, calling to each other and calling to spring. The trees have not yet blossomed, but they are heavily budded and just waiting for a short run of sunshine to explode in waves of pollen and cascades of color. I am looking forward to the visuals, just not to the pollen.

The commute into work this morning in the rain was kind of serene, except for the moment near Kaiser on Lawrence Expressway where the woman in the Toyota decided to try and share my lane – at the same time I was in it. That was a nice little thrill.

The office is relatively quiet this morning, which is nice, and I am making good progress through my action items list. This is my short week, so it is already half-way over, with the weekend waiting right around the corner.

It should be a nice weekend – Saturday I will socialize with friends and then Sunday a bunch of us are going to get together to go see Zack Snyder’s “Sucker Punch”, which my friends have been anticipating, since they enjoyed “300” and “Watchmen” (or as I like to refer to it – “The Giant Blue Dingus Movie”).

Then, of course, next weekend a bunch of us are going to head up to San Francisco for Wondercon 2011, which should also be a great time. I hope the weather lets up on us, as I recall that last year’s trip to Wondercon was also a rainy affair.

Daily Life: Morning

I woke an hour or so before dawn this morning. As I padded around the apartment brewing coffee and making breakfast I opened the patio doors to hear the sound of a morning symphony of birds and to fill the apartment with the lush scent of rain. Unfortunately, a neighborhood skunk had other plans, so the door was closed as quickly as it was opened! Off to a rolling start here in semi-rainy California.

Photography: Brooding Storm

Daily Life: Anticipating Saturday

Our skies are gray here with a chance of rain. I've got an incidentally busy day ahead of me today - a trip to pick up a lathe, a class, some time with friends. I am looking forward to it. Sometimes, when a day has a certain fullness, then life has a certain fullness.

I Dreamt of the Sun

I had a extremely vivid dream last night. I dreamt I was walking among
the stalls at the farmers market on Kooser. It was a bright day, the
market was crowded, it was clear and hot and I was in shirt sleeves.
The sun was warm and wonderful. I woke from the dream into a gray,
cold, and rainy California morning! I was disappointed to say the
least. The first day of spring is the 20th and I suspect I am ready
for the sun to make it's triumphant return.

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The Journey Home

With the last day done, we start the journey homeward from the rain
slicked streets of San Francisco. I really just wanted to write "The
Streets of..."

Storm, Approaching

I took this with my iPhone coming out of Johnny Rockets at Westgate
last night. I love the coiled power in a storm.

And Today

I woke up this morning to the sound of rain. I love that sound. I woke from a dream of a friend of mine. She was in her garden and was upset that the local school's marching band was marching through her garden every day. In the waking world she lives near a college, so there was a natural (if tenuous) connection to her garden and a marching band.

I took a shower, drank a cup of coffee, ate a bowl of cold cereal (Special K) and dressed for work. Because of the rain I dressed warm - blue jeans, shirt, sweater, boots and my light raincoat. I stopped for a cup of coffee on the way into the office.

I got to the office just about dawn and was sitting there in the parking lot on a telephone call watching the sun come up. It was an unexpected reward. The storm was breaking up and there were patches of blue sky peeking through the gray and tumbling clouds. The high altitude wind was skipping the clouds across the sky at a good clip. The sun would periodically break through and everything would light up, white, gray, gold, orange, blue. It was simply beautiful.

Then, a wild turkey came out of the bushes to the right of me and proceeded to wander across the parking lot. There are trees in little concrete islands in the parking lot and those trees drop some sort of small black berry (tip - never park under the trees). The turkey wandered from tree to tree and seemed to be sampling the berries as she went.

So, I sat there in conversation watching the beautiful storm scattered sky and the wild turkey. It was a beautiful twenty minutes or so. Then, I headed into the office to start to the day. My schedule is fairly light today so I am looking forward to a productive day.

I think one of the great gifts God has given me is the ability to revel in the ordinary. We live in a magical world, full of simple beauty and astounding mystery. Somewhere along the line I learned to simply stop and stare in amazement. I couldn't help but notice this morning the number of people who pulled into the parking lot, got out of their cars and headed into the building without ever looking up at that stunning tapestry of sky unfolding over our heads.

So, where ever you are, who ever you are. Stop. Look up. Take a few minutes and peek into the corners of the universe and see the simple mystery of it all.

Broken California Sky

Fierce Storms, High Winds And Tuscan Lamb Stew

I woke this morning to the sound of sheets of rain spilling off the roof. On the drive in to the office KQED said "Fierce Storm, High Winds". California is running into another year of near drought conditions, so the rain is greatly appreciated.

Yesterday was a day that was infused with rain. I woke up from sleep to the sound of rain and lingered in bed listening to what I consider to be one of the finest natural symphonies. I simply love the sound of falling rain. It is both primal and soothing.

I spent a lazy morning, followed by a lazy afternoon, which in turn flowed into a lazy evening, all of it with that constant symphony. I spent the day in conversations (online and in person), reading (I started "Fool" by Christopher Moore and I spent some time reading "Good Poems for Hard Times", edited by Garrison Keiler). I watched a movie ("The History of Violence" with Viggo Mortenson and Maria Bello). I spent some time playing my guitar - mostly just fun, sitting there trying to play in a matching tempo with the rain.

I cooked a Tuscan lamb and white bean stew (the stew made an appearance in one of the two poems I also wrote yesterday). I ran to the grocery store to get the necessary components of the stew and stopped at Kragen's auto parts store to get one of those extensible hanging rods for the car - you know, the ones that fasten between the two hooks and allow you to hang items on coat hangers there - I have been meaning to get one for a while, mainly for use when traveling and when going back and forth to the Laundromat.

I swung through Tuesday Morning looking for a new Dutch oven - they had some nice ones but they were way overpriced - unusual for Tuesday Morning. I stopped at DD's Discounters to continue the hunt for a new Dutch oven and found the exact same model for a fraction of the cost - which led me to suspect they were simply mispriced at Tuesday Morning.

I got home and I spent about an hour prepping the stew. The first part of the prepping was preparing three garlic bulbs (diced), a medium sweet yellow onion (chopped) a medium green pepper (chopped), two tomatoes (chopped) one tomato (pulped) and about two tablespoons of rosemary (diced fine). All told, it takes about an hour to prepare the menu and then an hour and a half to cook it.

With the constant accompaniment of the rain, the Indigo Girls (Retrospective) on the stereo, I was able to wholly immerse myself in the art of cooking, losing myself totally in the moment. I am one of those cooks who liked to prep everything first and then cook - it allows me to focus on the cooking part of it and reduces the incidents of error that happen if I cook and prep at the same time. So, let me go into detail on that Tuscan lamb stew.

Ingredients:

1 lb. Lamb (I used a lamb shoulder, cut in about two inch cubes)*
3 15 Ounce cans of White Pinto Beans
1 Green Bell Pepper (chopped in about one inch squares)
1 Sweet Yellow Onion (chopped in about 1/2 inch squares)
2 Fresh Tomatoes (chopped in 1 inch squares)
1 Fresh Tomato (Pulped)
3 Garlic Cloves (diced fine)
2 Tablespoons of Rosemary (diced fine)
1/4 Cup of Extra Virgin Olive Oil
1 Tablespoon of Balsamic Vinegar
1 Tablespoon of Coarse Black Pepper
4 Cups of water (or broth of some sort for a more distinct flavor - I use water).

*You might look at one pound of lamb and think that is not enough, but, really, it is plenty for a stew. You could add more if you want - or substitute virtually anything for the lamb - chicken, sausage, beef, or Tofu. You can also make it a Tuscan bean soup by just skipping the meat. Overall, I like this recipe, so I have used all different kinds of meats in it over the years, including no meat at all.

Step One:

Chop the green pepper, onion, garlic, basil, and tomato.
Pulp the other tomato (I usually just quarter it, put it in a bowl, and use a potato masher).
Cube the lamb and trim the fat.

Step Two:

Heat a Dutch oven (or a stew pot) to medium high.
Pour in the 1/4 cup of extra virgin olive oil.
Add the lamb and brown it until brown on all sides (about five minutes, turning to brown evenly).
Then, add the pepper, onions, and garlic.
Cover, leave at medium high, and cook for an additional five minutes or so, stirring occasionally.

Step Three:

Drain the white pinto beans then add them to the Dutch oven.
Add the chopped and pulped tomatoes.
Add the Rosemary.
Stir it all around to get it mixed in well.
Add four cups of water (or broth).
Turn the heat to high and bring it to a boil, let it boil for about five minutes.
Then, reduce the heat to low and let it simmer (just bubbling lightly along) for an hour.

Step Four:

About five minutes before you are ready to serve, add the tablespoon of Balsamic vinegar and the black pepper, stirring both into the stew. You can simmer it for as long as you need to coordinate the meal itself, but do not add the vinegar and pepper until you are ready to serve it or eat it. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen if you add it too soon - the Balsamic taste will just gradually fade and become very subtle - it is best when it has just that bit of vinegary tang to it, which is why five minutes before serving is about the right time.

Step Five:

Serve it with fresh dinner rolls or fresh bread. If you dip the bread in the stew, it is great. I like to use a sweeter bread (sweet dinner rolls) because the taste combination with the stew and the vinegar and the sweet bread is awesome. If you drink alcohol, serve it with a hearty red wine.

Subtle Changes:

There are a few things you can do to change it up. Sometimes, I will use a can of white beans, a can of red beans, and a can of other beans (Lima, Navy, etc.).

You can also use a can of chopped tomatoes (15 ounces) in place of fresh tomatoes. I have a bizarre tomato fetish - I like fresh tomatoes - but only if they are very fresh. Otherwise I just find them too mushy. I suspect it is purely psychological.

If you are a vegetarian, use a vegetable broth instead of water, otherwise it is not quite flavorful enough. If you like Tofu get a pound of Tofu and cube it. Once the stew is done (but before adding the vinegar and black pepper), brown the Tofu in a skillet with olive oil, drain it and then add it to the finished stew, just before adding the balsamic vinegar and black pepper.

If you like garlic - instead of dicing the garlic, just clean it down to the individual bulbs and put them in whole. This will give you big garlicky chunks.

One of the things I like about this particularly recipe is that it stores well for leftovers. Just refrigerate the leftovers, then bring them out and put them in a pot. Bring them to a boil and at the point where they hit the boil, add another dash of balsamic vinegar and turn the heat off and stir it around.

So, that was your in-depth incursion into my moment of Zen cooking amid yesterday's rain storm. Just writing about it has made me crave the leftovers I am going to have for dinner tonight! It is still raining today and we are expecting rain throughout the week, so it is a perfect time for the comfort of a good bowl of stew.

Two Poems On The Subject Of Rain

Rain I

We come in from a day
Wandering the city
A day that was marked
By a simple lunch
A Tuscan lamb stew
At a small restaurant
Enhanced by a red wine
Of an unknown vintage
In the living room
We shed our rain coats
She sits on the couch
With a dark wooden comb
She untangles her hair
In even strokes she
Combs the rain into her soul

Rain II

A crow
Sits petulantly
On the balcony rail
Watching the rains swirling dance
With bright black eyes that have seen
All those things the crows see that we do not
An eternity washed in rain

Other People's Coffee

I woke up this morning at about four a.m., after a solid six hours of uninterrupted sleep. I rolled out, ran through the shower, dressed and drove into work through a pounding California rain. At that hour of the day there is very little traffic so between the rain and the piano concerto on the classical radio station it was a beautiful morning. It was still dark when I arrived at the office. I crossed the parking lot with the sound of big rain drops popping on my hood.

It is Friday. The work week is drawing to a close. Today should be quiet here in the office which always provides a certain amount of thinking room, which I enjoy. I am certainly savoring the sensuality of the day - from the warm cocoon of my bed, laying there in the darkness listening to the rain falling on the roof, to the cascade of hot water in the shower, to the smell of a clean sweater, to the scent of rain filling the morning air.

Since it is an off Friday for a lot of my co-workers, it a quiet morning in the office area. The only sound I can hear is the HVAC and the clicking of my keyboard. The one analyst I have working today went off in search of morning coffee. Sometimes the best morning coffee is other people's coffee. Then you can focus on that simple enjoyment.

Rain

This morning I woke to driving rain.

Rain

Yesterday morning when I woke early I headed into work through the rain. It was a cold and steady rain that painted the streets black and reflected the amber glow of the streetlights. Walking across the parking lot to my office I walked down a sidewalk covered in fallen leaves. The leaves were soaked from the rain fall.

As my feet kicked them up there was that wonderful fecund scent of decaying leaves mingled with the sweet scent of new fallen rain and that faint tang of the sea from the San Francisco Bay. Everything smelled crisp and clear and clean. I was dressed for the the weather - gray t-shirt, business shirt, gray cable sweater, Columbia rain jacket. I was snug and warm inside my clothing and the morning was simply beautiful.

At lunch I walked down the street to the Boomerang Cafe. It was cold and blustery, with the wind pushing and pulling at me. For lunch I had a bowl of Southwestern corn chowder and a tuna and green onion salad with a bottle of Pelegrino. My friend Don and I discussed imaginary money in a lively conversation. After lunch I walked back to the office. A few minutes into the journey the clouds opened up and pelted me with fast, cold, stinging rain that in another few moments turned to sleet.

The sleet popped off my coat, striking with a certain violence. I held my hood with my hand to keep it from blowing off and the sleet stung my hand like small angry white insects. My shoes and my pants were quickly wet from the rain and the sleet. As I walked I watched the sleet bouncing off the sidewalk and listened to the rushing sound it made. I was warm inside my coat and able to enjoy each moment of it.

That evening, on the way home, I stopped at Borders bookstore to look for a certain movie. They did not have the movie I was looking for but their computer says it is at another store, not that far away, so I will swing by there tonight. I came out of the store and stood in front of the door for a little while.

The rain was pouring down. It was heavy, cold, drenching. A young mother went by pushing a child in a stroller. The mother was dressed for the weather and the child was a small bundle of coats and blankets, with a tiny little face and bright blue eyes peeking out. The child extended a small gloved hand in and out of the canopy of the stroller, playing with the falling rain.

Later that evening, I sat at home, curled in my favorite chair, reading a novel, drinking a cup of hot vanilla chocolate and listening to the rain pouring down on the roof and gurgling as it flowed through the gutters and down spout. Rain filled the day and filling the day it filled the sense of the day.

A Strange-In-A-Good-Way Monday Morning

Every day begins the night before.

On Sunday night, after a relaxing and lazy day, I ate a big bowl of homemade chicken soup, I watched a little TV, I wrote a few email, I had a nice conversation on the phone with someone dear, I read a chapter in my novel and fell asleep to the sound of rain falling on the roof and gurgling in the downspout.

I fell asleep early.

At about 5:00 AM I woke to a scent. It took me a moment to figure out what it was as I lay there in the darkness. I could hear someone moving through the apartment. I could hear music playing softly. I glanced at the clock and noticed the hour. I recognized the scent - it was Axe body spray.

My first thought was a cranky one. I thought about getting up and asking my nephew what the heck he was doing up at 5:00 AM spraying Axe when it was a Monday morning. My assumption was that he had stayed up all night and now, rudely, woken me in the morning.

Then my brain slowly clicked in. My nephew works all over the clock, based on need, and I remembered he had told me he was going into work at 5:30 AM Monday morning. I realized that he was just getting up to go to work, and there I was willing to get up and be cranky.

But, I also discovered that I was pretty much wide awake because I had fallen asleep early the night before. So I rolled out of bed and told him about my morning thoughts. He laughed and promised to go easy on the Axe!

My apartment has a square lay out. The living room, dining room and kitched are in the front half and the two bedrooms are in the back half, with the bathroom between the bedrooms. there is a small corridor that leads from the living room to the bathroom and bedrooms and on one side of that corridor is the furnace and on the otherside a coat closet.

The intake vent for the furnace is near the floor. It is an efficient little place - but the furnace intake catches scents and pushes them up and through the furnace into the bedroom. With the cold weather right now, my nephew blasted himself with his Axe and the aerosol fell to the floor and was sucked into the vents!

I had an early morning meeting today, so I rolled out, drank some coffee and got ready to head into the office, then I dropped my nephew off at his work place on the way in. He is fortunate in that he works just a little over a mile from the apartment so it is either a five minute bus ride or a thirty minute walk.

After I dropped him off I drove into work, stopping at the coffee shop on the way in. It was a cold morning, raining intermittently after a night of fairly heavy rain and the city streets were black and glistening in the amber glow of the mercury vapor street lights. Because of the early hour traffic was very light so the drive in was beautiful and pleasant.

I was listening to Warren Zevon on the radio and just enjoyed the drive in immensely. Since I came in early I got a good start on my email and voice-mail queues before beginning the morning cycle of meetings. One of the advantages of starting the day early is that it will end early - by the time I go to lunch at noon it will be three quarters over. So, let me return to the working world with one of the Warren Zevon songs on "Mutineer".

"Piano Fighter" by Warren Zevon, 1993, Zevon Music, BMI

Mom and Papa bought a Chickering
Every day I'd sit and play that thing
I practiced hard;
it was more than a whim
I played with grim determination, Jim

Someone called Piano Fighter
I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider
Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
Then let me go, Piano Fighter

I worked in sessions and I played in bands
A thousand casuals and one-night stands
Here on Thursday, gone on Friday
Heading down the Dixie highway

Someone called Piano Fighter
I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider
Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
Then let me go, Piano Fighter

Maybe I'll go to Reno
Nobody knows my name
I'll play Claire de Lune in a quiet saloon
Steady work for a change
Ain't going down that long, lonesome road
Ain't going down that long, lonesome road
Got in trouble down in New Orleans
I must admit that I was strung out, painted in the corner of a limousine

Someone called Piano Fighter
I'm a thin ice walker, I'm a freelance writer
Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
Then let me go, Piano Fighter
Someone called Piano Fighter

I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider
Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
Then let me go, Piano Fighter