Like an angel in some sort of prison, he sang & played everyday in front of the Dunkin’ Donuts off Chaparral , across the street from the Community Service Center, he called it his “glazed days.” With a repertoire spanning the emotional gamut, it was not uncommon to see a man or woman in full sob or laughter, curb-side, one hand gripping a coffee and the other holding a white bag of Maples.  The gritty capability of a guitar and a voice has been proven in the past but nonetheless it’s always the rapture, unity, everything and meaning when it hits right.  His upside down cap tip jar, by the time the sun dropped, was filled with enough to get drunk. He’d get his brain to swimming and his heart real lonesome with a hole in it like a doughnut.


Corey Adams