The Last Time i saw Michael Been, i was waving from a seated chair outside of Antonio’s on Melrose and I saw him twice from this position.
I always go back to Antonio’s every time i Hit LA i guess because maybe I’ll see Michael Again or catch a tracer of his
holy ghost, i dunno.
I go back.
I order a few beers.
I wait…
I leave by LAX
and then sometimes I return… and i go back to Antonio’s on Melrose… waiting for Michael Been to wave at me again…
funny how we long for something that ain’t never coming back…
maybe its ok to spend a little time in make-believe… a little false ghostly hope…
I Never gave up on anybody
Alive or Dead or struggling…
I make myself available to catch a miracle…
It is difficult to let go of something that you’ll never get unstuck from.
I drink my beer in sorrow and in happiness for having known such a man and a teacher…
Today i celebrate the Life of Michael Been and my rough luck that got me all the way down the path to having known him.
We moved a BRMC amp once together… after he asked me to help and not because he needed the help but because he knew how important it would be to me to be asked by somebody like him to do something alongside him…
and it did.
It made me feel proud as any punk could be.
Thank You Michael.
and Yes, i Still
Run… and believe.
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