Mr. Folds

 

Here’s my timeline— you decide:

 

Decided Wednesday to work a Dr. appointment into the weekly schedule.

 

Reconcile Thursday to couple it with hair cut*. (1/2 block and a cross street away, might as well make it an efficient trip.) Then I hear a pristine song on the radio. Turns out it’s a Ben Folds song.

 

Between afore mentioned appointments I hang out at the record store, specifically to search for that beautiful song. Then, as I’m buying that song and other CD’s, I flat out bump into Bruce. We have a short convo. I’m all jazzed because he remembers me. He’s all jazzed because he just found a Tony Bennet Greatest hits CD. From the  bargain bin.

 

I ask if he’s touring this fall. He says, with a wry smile and a wink, that he’s working on it.

 

This is the height of the attention he gets in this store in my cool Red Bank Blue town. And that is that.

 

I pay for my Ben Folds Five and my Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs.

 

I earned a chat with the Boss. Not bad for 15 spare minutes on Broad Street on a Friday night.

 

*Came out geeky.