Mickey Newbury Web Board
Mickey Newbury Web Board
Home | Profile | Register | Active Topics | Members | Search | FAQ
Username:
Password:
Save Password
Forgot your Password? | Admin Options

 All Forums
 The Back Porch
 Open Topic
 The Nightly Vigil
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Previous Page | Next Page
Author  Topic Next Topic
Page: of 165 Lock Topic Edit Topic Delete Topic New Topic Reply to Topic

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/10/2005 :  19:30:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In 1996 and again in '98 Stu was treated for esophageal cancer. They tattooed him so they wouldn't overlap the radiation and compromise his spine. Starman, I called him. Terrified. Mick was the only one he would talk to. Stu lost his voice. Couldn't speak for months. Finally when he started gaining weight and his voice came back again he called Mick on May 19th and sang Happy Birthday to him.

Edited by - Ailinn on 11/20/2019 16:39:13
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/10/2005 :  19:40:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As Mick's illness progressed he tried to stop writing. "I wasn't going to write anymore, Ro. Wanted... Just thought the flow would... Stop because... Because... I'm too damn tired... But the songs, Ro... The songs... They're there. The songs won't leave me alone." They'd wake him up. He'd call and sing new stuff he was working on. When he'd call at work I'd close my office door and take the phone out back. Reps would come by and see the phone cord running under the door and say, "I'll come back another day." I'd sit on the loading dock with a pen and a yellow pad and Mick would say, "Get your head clear, Ro. Is it clear now?" We'd talk about everything under and over the sun. He was constantly curious. "Here, talk about this," he'd say with no apparent transition. Then he'd pull the threads together and I'd see the woven whole. "Hahaha," he'd say. He was a genius. With language. With everything. A magician. Yet heartfelt and true. Such a rare combination.

Edited by - Ailinn on 11/20/2019 16:42:04
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/10/2005 :  19:53:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Let me tell you a story about The Lost Hotel where you check in by the season. The reason I suppose is the view. And the one who is waiting for you. Patiently waiting. How people get broken and partially fixed. Just a little piece of the puzzle missing. Grey cardboard where there used to be blue. Upon arrival there's a complimentary First Aid Kit. Scotch Tape, Elmer's Glue, and Kindergarten glitter. So life at The Lost revolves under a constant bright sky. A shining ribbon woven into everything thought, spoken, or dreamed. Sure, you've seen the road that goes there. When you were on your way to somewhere else. A bookmarked memory. A fleeting thought caught in the corner of your eye. A faded sign beyond a curve that said ~Pavement Narrows and Ends~. The way the veiled trees gathered. A curtain that appeared to open and close.
Go to Top of Page

Susan Newbury
Sitter

USA
76 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2005 :  11:01:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When Mick reads the board every night, and I'm convinced that he does, I know that the first thread he reads are the posts by Ailinn.

Your writing so enriched his life, Ro.

Susie
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2005 :  16:22:26  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I agree wholeheartedly... This thread [Ailinn's parts] have greatly enriched all of us... Thank you so much, my dear... Hank

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2005 :  19:54:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Susie,
Mick so wanted the Board to continue. I too believe he reads it every night. Here comes his big closed-eye grin again. For old friends and new friends. The love and the words. His ever-growing family.
Our hearts to you in Oregon!

S & R
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 04/13/2005 :  19:37:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Visiting Cloud Peak with Priest Tenge in Fall

Human existence in this world:
Duckweed cast adrift on the water.
Who can ever feel secure?
That is the reason
I took up a monk's staff, left my parents,
And bade farewell to my friends.
A single patched robe
And one bowl have sustained me all these years.
I'm fond of this little hut
And often spend time here-
We are two kindred spirits,
Never worrying about who is guest or host.
The wind blows through lofty pines,
Frost chills the few mums that remain.
Arm in arm we stand above the clouds;
Bound as one, roaming in the far beyond.

-Ryokan (1758-1831)
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/13/2005 :  20:02:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When the fire engines arrive he ties the sheets together. Lowers them over the balcony rail where the canyons are silently warming. Heat funneling up through their honeycombed trails where she climbs into the abandoned future. His steady hand at her elbow when she takes the first step.
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/14/2005 :  19:34:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Without Faith there is no fullness."

~Mickey Newbury~
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 04/14/2005 :  21:48:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Cry of the Dreamer

I AM tired of planning and toiling

In the crowded hives of men,

Heart-weary of building and spoiling,

And spoiling and building again,

And I long for the dear old river,

Where I dreamed my youth away;

For a dreamer lives forever,

And a toiler dies in a day.



I am sick of the showy seeming,

Of life that is half a lie;

Of the faces lined with scheming

In the throng that hurries by;

From the sleepless thought's endeavor

I would go where the children play;

For a dreamer lives forever,

And a thinker dies in a day.



I can feel no pride, but pity,

For the burdens the rich endure;

There is nothing sweet in the city

But the patient lives of the poor.

Oh, the little hands too skillful,

And the child-mind choked with weeds!

The daughter's heart grown willful

And the father's heart that bleeds!



No! no! from the street's rude bustle,

From trophies of mart and stage,

I would fly to the wood's low rustle

And the meadows' kindly page.

Let me dream as of old by the river,

And be loved for my dreams alway;

For a dreamer lives forever,

And the toiler dies in a day.

John Boyle O'Reilly


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/21/2005 :  19:57:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Autographs required. From all the waiters who served them. Cast in their roles of 'The Waiter'. SAG cards defining their true identies. Stars. Halos hovering above their heads. A little to the left but still shining. The man and the woman were drunk on the sunset's just-right light and shadow. And the fragrance of scrolled-edged roses when he lifted his glass and touched it to hers.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 04/22/2005 :  21:25:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


Martina took her time
Putting her face on…

With two words and a gesture
She walked out on me
Taking everything that was beautiful
In my life with her…
As I sit tired of the sound
Of my own voice ringing
In my ears
I remember the places we cheated…
The dark end of streets
The dirty motels, the cars…
Somehow I knew it would end like this…

When you break somebody's heart
To give yours to somebody else
The Universe will owe you one…
And it Will get you back
Someday someway…
I am only getting
What I deserve…

Martina took her time
Putting her face on…

Hank Beukema


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/25/2005 :  20:22:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I asked him to find the moon and he did. Sitting on the chimney Humpty-Dumpty-like. A three minute egg in it's cup. All pewter-pearl luminescence. A breathed-on vanity mirror. And the filigreed trees lean and dream against the silhouette sky. A fretwork of dark branches. This beautiful night full of late April dreaming of May. The ship slips into the harbor again. "...black cloth unfurled and a ruby at the top of the mast..." O, nicked finger... O, heart full of vows...
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/27/2005 :  20:01:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sugar wind today and waves slowly breaking. Sea stretched to sky. A blue canvas. White flowers in the high clouds. At the ocean's edge something brightly glistened. Opalescent shells. The world's original jewelry. He's still tending the garden. Used to their dual attention. And the humming birds and slow bees half-hearted pollination. With little effort on their part, Winter provided a lush Spring. And all he ever wanted was sunshine.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2005 :  16:14:36  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
O my friend, Ailinn... Mick had good taste... The wind carries your words and the moon dulls in comparison... Rev B

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2005 :  19:19:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Reverend Buckman,
Speaking of taste... Cameron brought home May's School Lunch Menu. Cheese and tomato sandwiches are featured and seem to be a big hit. Which reminds me of Mick. Along with his famous distaste for okra, he also did not eat onions, bell peppers, celery, or practically anything green. He loved Susie's red beans and rice and Miss Mamie's chicken and dumplings. But not chicken in general. Turkey? Yes! Any day. And he had a wild sweet tooth. A pure core melt down. Maple creme bars and pecan pralines. Fig jam and chunky peanut butter. But his all-time favorite...what he called "Newbury Gourmet" were grilled cheese sandwiches and Campbell's Cream of Tomato Soup. Yep. He also described "...Newbury Air Conditioning. I lay down in front of the fan and Momma puts a wet towel over me..."
Go to Top of Page

Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2005 :  20:39:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
While I was reading your memory of Mickey, Ro, I was listening to the Bluebird Cafe Radio Player broadcast of Mickey and Jack Wms. It isn't very clear, but it is so nice to see him again and listen while he is singing in his raspy voice. He had the audience in the palm of his hand. Bless his heart, he was a sweet man.

The things you say brings a smile on my face and tears to my eyes. God bless him, he was a sweet man. Thanks for sharing your story.

Karen Runk
Go to Top of Page

Lee F.
Firefly

USA
2550 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2005 :  20:48:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
All I can say is AMEN !!!! I loved him.
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/30/2005 :  18:27:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Please stay out of the trees after sunset!" he implores. But there she is. Up high again. Silhouetted against the moon. So he hires a General Contractor. To build a house closer to ground. "Earthbound!" he says, and approves the rueful blueprints immediately. The construction crews arrive at 6:52am. A keening sound occurs at 7 when their hammers begin. "Time and a half!" he shouts, "if you can get it done right away." She watches from a crook in the lower branches. The first day; "bang! bang! bang!" She climbs higher to where all she can hear are birds sighing. And contrails making their white X's against a blue sky. She gazes down on the flagged, colored courtyard and twin golden parasol gazebos. She lifts the edge of one turreted roof and looks under. Vaulted dormers and brocade spreads on the beds. Her tears make a stream that criss-crosses the property line. A singing brook. Past the moat and the frozen statues. Past the trellised gardens paper-maiche blooms. Past the FOR SALE sign shining at the edge of the manicured lawn. That evening he joins her at the top-most part of the tree. She serves him fresh baked bread on a perfect-shaped leaf. "Pass the butter," he says, finally smiling.
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 05/01/2005 :  19:52:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Each morning in a low-lit room he wound his heart full measure. Through dreams and high fevers. Through tricks and through treasure. His preparation for another day. And when he was finally settled he would sometimes drop his pen. A thousand miles away. Then the X in her wrists ticked him into her blood. In and out of the flames she listened. A mute Valentine. Stitched to her sleeve. Where they sat under Heaven's high floor. Enough sunshine between them to make the day last 'til 11 pm.
Go to Top of Page
Page: of 165  Topic Next Topic   Lock Topic Edit Topic Delete Topic New Topic Reply to Topic
Previous Page | Next Page
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Jump To:
Mickey Newbury Web Board © 2003 Mickeynewbury.com Go To Top Of Page
Snitz Forums 2000