Spider, and How He Taught Me to Hang On

I guess I shouldn't say taught me, more like helped me get more grip.

I play guitar and sing, and so does my little brother, and one day we had the bright idea to try busking for the first time. We went to the busiest street around us, kind of a cultural center around where we live. We were a few songs deep when a man with long grey hair, a guitar case and a tiny wrench he was using as a guitar slide. He sat down next to us and started a conversation. He told us his name was Spider, because "I'm always hanging on", of course I told him about my brother, The Mongoose. But either way we talked and played music for about 30 minutes before my mom called. He talked a lot about Bob Dylan, his time touring with The Grateful Dead (he was a touring stagehand) and his journey to get his own music out into the world. when my mom called I had to say goodbye  to him and he said "you always gotta have  respect for your  mother" and showed us the tattoo of his mom on his side, it was wicked actually.

I think about Spider quite a bit and where he is today. he was around his 50s and I haven't seen him since, but apparently he's known to be around town, so maybe an update blog will be in tow.