douglas brent smith

Poem: off again

did i ever tell you
that any of that
mattered
or that
holding out hope
is what i do best?

with your barely open gates
closing and
your once flirtatious musing
silenced you
look at me
differently and
see another friend
ending
this dance
again
ending this
dance
again
But,

didn't you tell me that

you don't dance?

-- doug smith

Photo: Wedgwood Office

FRL Office in Longmont

Are You Sure?

What if every secret was a lie?

-- doug smith

Take Joy

Take joy on those parts of the past that bring you joy and let go of those that do not.

-- doug smith

Photo: Random Lighting Panel

Random Lighting Panel photo by doug smith

Do You Think This is Up to Code?

Bedroom Lamp and Light

What Would You Call It?

Don't call it love if you don't go the distance.

-- douglas brent smith

Collage: Let's Pretend

Let's Pretend

Collage: The Trill Is On

"The Trill Is On" Collage by Douglas Brent Smith
8 1/2 x 11"

(c) 2018 Douglas Brent Smith

Created in Newtown, PA

Collage: Twice Around The Pass

Twice Around The Pass

(c) 2018 Douglas Brent Smith

Created 30 March 2018 in Newtown, PA

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Song: The Mad Again

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The Mad Again

(apologies to Lewis Carol) Lyrics by Harley Halpern, Music by Doug Smith

‘Twas Grunin and the P.A.A.

Did grumble on the stage;

All gloomy was the stage crew,

And the Mad Again outraged.

Beware the Wilson Mark my son,

The steely stare the haughty frown,

And beware the Young Milk Shell

And don’t eat lunch when they’re around.

You shouldn’t fool with the master crew

And make them feel upstaged

It’s bound to cost you once you’ve got

the Mad Again outraged

The Mad Again, The Mad Again, The Mad Again outraged

He took his crescent wrench in hand,

And focused lights, and mopped the floor,

He set up chairs and music stands,

Then opened the stage door.

And there behind the door he saw

The Wilson Mark as dark as night

Battling the Young Milk Shell

He nearly fainted from stage fright.

(chorus)

One, two, three, four and through the door

The stage technician fled,

But Mark and Shell each grabbed an arm,

“You now belong to me,” they said.

Then from the grid, the Mad Again

Let loose the 10-pound weights,

And the Wilson Mark and Young Milk Shell

Both met their gruesome fates.

(chorus)

‘Twas Grunin and the P.A.A.

Did gossip on the stage

All gloomy was the stage crew

And the Mad Again outraged.

And hast thou slain the Mark and Shell,

For breaking theatre's laws?

The stage crew gathered round her

And broke into applause.

At Table Indulgence

At Table Indulgence - photo by doug smith

Under The Hood

Doug Smith and Dave Smith, 1966 Chevy Impala, summer of 1971 perhaps.

Under the Hood

I wanted to be a gear-head. I just never had the tools or the chops for it. But cars have always been fun and I've usually been a Chevy guy. Oh, I've wandered into lots of interesting cars and owned a few.

What was your first car?

Did you name it?

This 1966 Chevy Impala SuperSport was my first car. I'm sure that I paid too much for it because I paid what the guy was asking. I didn't know any better and I really wanted that car. It was fast. It was sporty. And, gasp - it had an 8-track stereo. You have to imagine the joys of listening to "Dark Side of The Moon" on an 8-track that had to fade-out and click-thru to the next track even if the song wasn't finished. Not the medium for Pink Floyd, that's for sure. But Elton John and Rod Stewart and Jeff Beck sounded just great, tooling down the road.

I've had other great cars, too:

1966 Volkswagen Beetle (this was my dad's but he was willing to trade cars when I had trouble making the payments on the Chevy Impala)

1965 Volkswagen Microbus panel van. I thought I wanted to customize it, but again, didn't have the chops. Still, what a fun car for $300. My longest trip was from Trenton, NJ to Chicago. I was pulled over by a police officer who said he just wanted to see what keeps that thing moving. Considering all the vinyl albums I had in the back, it was something of a miracle, although the person I sold it to told me that he used it to haul lumber in Montana, so the car had some character.

1966 Plymouth Fury. (Salt) My stepfather Jack bought this for $100 as a beater commuter car in Chicago and gave it to me. I drove it for two years and then sold it for $200. It had a powerful engine and smooth ride but oh did it gulp the gas. Zoom.

1969 Ford Econoline. (Buster) I bought this for $500 without test driving it. The first time I took it out, to drive a friend to the airport, it stalled and wouldn't re-start. I gave the tow-truck driver all I had in my pocket -- just short of the $50 he was asking. I wrote a song about this truck. It hauled all my stuff the second time I moved to Chicago.

1972 Plymouth Valiant Scamp. (Prince) A smaller car with a powerful engine, this drove like a breeze and I probably should have never sold it except -- don't remember why we sold it...

1983(?) Renault Alliance. Wow, did this five speed ever get up and go (at first) and get super gas milage. It was a snazzy metal-flake orange, too. Loved it, but sold it when it lost its oomph and was clearly in need of major repairs.

1990 Chevy Cavalier

1994 Chevy Cavalier

1987 Chevy Cavalier (as a second car) (Bluebird)

1995 Plymouth Acclaim

1990 Dodge Grand Caravan

2002 Chevy Cavalier (Silver Bird)

2014 Chevy Cruz (Marachino)

If you're a driver and you live long enough, maybe you'll get the joy of owning lots of cars. I have loved every single one I've owned, even if they were seldom my first choice.

-- doug smith