Don’t be annoyed, but I’m gunna say he’s dyeing. No big deal of course, routine here. Most of the granddads i’ve bin cataloguing recently in the pics sport same. Creased and crumpled, but glossy Elvis lustre on top. (You’ll get a little sample portrait gallery shortly.) The working class man when he’s a performer we tolerate, maybe, give licence. Looks like he does it properly, leaving a grey dust around the sides, mousey no fuss tan on top. Not out of the question either some augmentation. Don’t get annoyed now, with $$$ that can be done so’s you’d never notice. After having read the article on the legal proceedings the lyrics make more sense too: 41 shots…. Is it a gun-knife-wallet... More annoyance: that support crew grimacing when their turn comes at the microphone foll the Boss’s lead, they really mean it? Twisting, puckering, knotting the brows. As you know, i’ve bin buried in print too looong. An author’s grimaces at his desk are different, flowing down onto the page kinda without anythin in the mirror. It’s a godsend you don’t often see pics of authors; at least never usta. (All homage to Tommie Pynchon, ever and a day!) Here the newspaper sends you cross-eyed daily. This mornin I think I blurted the F-word over it... No, yester., Sunday mornin. Picture story of the Pres. of the Republic here, lady installed in what they call a “Walkover” election; ie. there ain’t any election cos there ain’t another candidate. The fella they were worried about had been disqualified by the newly prepared criteria, —you had to have managed so many hundreds of millions in your previous admin. role, otherwise how could you hope to steer the ship of State. Never mind the ribbon-cutting ceremonials that were the whole of the gig. (The particular guy concerned, by the name of Tan Chok Beng, gave them a fright few years back when the preferred only just squeezed home by a whisker.) Anyhow, Madam Halima Yacob, attending another community function. Here she was pictured rooting for the old ahma striving with a boardgame at some recreation centre. In this case a maze sat before the old sweet. If you’re coming down with Alzheimer’s, it’s just the thing. Loneliness up in the pigeon holes behind the locks & grills, try this. The poor old duck, the ahma, the grannie, unfortunately found her ball stuck in a corner. Big orange plastic that ought have been easy to
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roll, piece of cake. Stuck. In the lady’s hand a battery operated fan the people use hereabout in the afternoons trying to cope. What to do? Blasted thing! Damn ball glued there. You weren’t allowed to cheat with dignitaries, cameras, &etc. watchin. Maybe the batteries were low, the PR people and handlers forgot about that for the Pres’s visit. Striving her best the ahma, grimacing, determined. The Walkover Pres. on $1mil++ directing positive energy and maybe surreptiously blowing through her nose trying to get the thing happening. Usually her personable husband was in attendance, chap who commonly rolled up in his soft-top Porsche coupe to our corner, parking on the stop sign. The fella might have been useful here, mighta found a way outta the fix. A Metho Minister in the ring with the others was smiling broadly. Halima herself does not do generous smiling, not in her line, well-brought up Mussie gal. Halima’s brief was all softly-kindly for the community groups seeking the restoration of the kampung spirit somehow gone missing within the concrete, steel & glass. (Search parties were on the look-out for the old flame.) Somehow—long bow I know—that back-up crew beside the Boss agonising about the 41 shots suggested a con. Put-on. A performance. Maybe the Boss still got some left-over integrity, hasn’t crossed over completely, not sold out. But, you know, might be hard with the stardom, all the pressures, the PR runnin’. Sorry. I did in fact kinda like the clip. Kinda. But, well, no surprise to you, constitutionally unable to swallow too much of this kinda protest whole—everyone having a good time, up for a night out, swinging & swaying, tickets online. Call me a hard-ass.
NB. George down in Melbourne, big fan of the Boss, sent news of the acquittal of the four NYCPD involved in the shooting of the man in the alcove of his apartment in the Bronx, following with the YouT clip of the song.
https://www.nytimes.com/2000/02/26/nyregion/diallo-verdict-overview-4-officers-diallo-shooting-are-acquitted-all-charges.html
Singapore Aug 2019
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