I’m listening to Pirates baseball on the radio. It’s a double-header away that began at 4:00 p.m. So it looks like it’s Pirates baseball for the Old Soldier for the next few hours. Well, I got my beer from Armand’s in Little Italy so I’m set.
As I’ve stated before in the pages of this magazine I’m a casual fan. Other things in life have become far more important to me than rooting for millionaires who play a game; but it’s okay that I’m a casual fan. There are far more causal fans of any sport than there are hard-core fans. Even the hosts of the sports radio show that I listen to acknowledge this and they recognize that it’s okay to be a casual Pirates fan.
The Pirates are playing in Baltimore. As the weather gets hotter the games will become more critical and I’ll report more often on the Pirates from the view-point of a casual fan.
The Old Soldier was prowling YouTube last night and I came across this great download of The Doors playing at the Matrix. There was no visual and the tape was made in 1967. It was two hours long! I’m guessing that the Matrix was a bar on The Strip and the tape was made before The Doors had recorded their first album. What was really interesting was that Ray did a lot more singing and The Doors covered a lot of blues in their live sets. Although I shouldn’t be surprised that they covered the blues. The band played a lot of their original songs that would become Door’s classics, but they were arranged differently. I didn’t recognize Light My Fire until several bars into the song because the intro on the album is not the way it starts out. Still, the band rocked. The music was raw and different. And the bar was not crowded. You could tell by the spare applause and the empty sound of the place. A crowd has a different sound.
And it was funny to hear Jim say thank you after a number. The Lizard King never said thank you.
Well, I’m back on my beat in Little Italy. I stopped at Armand’s on Liberty Avenue for a few beers earlier today. The skies have cleared since then, but then it looked like it was going to rain. There were a couple of old men like myself in the bar. I’ve come to realize that other old men who frequent Armand’s don’t publish an online magazine of erotica.
Actually, the Internet considers me a pornographer. This site is blocked in public libraries. So, I guess I have a secret life even though I hide it in plain sight.
Guy Hogan is my name and erotica is my game.
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction, an online magazine of local interest, culture and erotica.