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Later on that summer, I blew the drummer who played with my mom when she was singing. He was thirty, at least. Oh my god, Tom, I'm glad my mom never found out about that. I think she would have killed him, like shot in the face killed him. You have never met her, but mom has been playing and working in nightclubs since she was a teenager, she has a permit for a gun and carries one. She knows how to use it, too. I went to one of her shows, and she had to leave the club for something between sets and Cecil Faye, this gorgeous black man, her drummer, was supposed to to "babysit" me till she got back."
"Uh.......................yeah, I guess you could call it babysitting, or something..........Tom, this one is kind of hard to talk about, because I was so far over the line, and he was too, of course, what in the world made him think that his boss' f******n-year-old daughter was available? Do you want to know why?"
" I told him I was. I told him what I wanted to do with him. I told him I was sixteen, but he knew I wasn't. I had known Cecil since I was a little girl. I thought he was hot from the time I was in first grade! "
"I like to tell you stories that get you excited, and when I see that, that gets me going, but this is............ I don't know, Tom................if I saw you getting excited about a little girl, which is what I was, blowing a grown man, I might hate you, hate you forever. Do you think that's weird?"
"But here is the thing. I kept learning about men, learning about sex. He was very nice to me, careful and considerate. He showed me a lot, really took his time, showed me how to do it right, not too fast, which is what I had been doing. Usually, I wasn't too excited myself when I was doing the bj's with boys from school, but this was not a boy from school."
"Tom, I'm a little embarrassed to say this stuff to you. I never told Sarah or anybody about it before. I got so turned on that night, so turned on, I would have done anything, anything he wanted, but thank god, he was not insane, though letting me blow him was crazy enough."
" Maybe I'll talk more about it later.........believe it or not, some sex feelings and emotions that I have are not easy to talk about........... Okay, let me say this, and I will shut up about it. After that happened, for the next few weeks, I thought I was one sexy hot mama. I wanted, no, to be honest, I couldn't wait to try out what Cecil had shown me on some unsuspecting boy. I was thinking then that I would like to do those things with older boys; those boys in my class didn't seem like much after Cecil. But I liked younger boys too, 'cause I could control them."
" Tom, I was so full of bullshit. I knew, though I didn't want to admit it to myself, that I had gone way past the line for myself, broken some personal rule that I didn't even know that I'd created until I broke it. I could have gotten my mom fired, put Cecil in jail, just created this huge mess. Here is another thing that I learned that I found it hard to deal with: Cecil was super hot, he knew what to do, but still, STILL, he was just another guy with a stiff dick. By this time in my life, I had met quite a few boys and men with stiff cocks, and Cecil, sexy as he was, was not that different."
The ferry trip to Friday Harbor on San Juan Island took about two hours. Silkie hardly spoke again until we were twenty minutes from the dock.
" I want to be in Leo's bed. I want to be in your arms.......". She was kissing me.
The path to Leo was not a straight one. Silkie didn't have a phone number (he didn't have a phone). She didn't know where his house was, either. We were in and out of two taverns, the boat haven, a cafe, and The Wrong Coffee House before we got to the right coffee house, where we met Leo, re-stringing his banjo on a table. Within a few minutes, Silkie had a banjo strapped around her. Claw-hammer banjo is not intuitive. Some people never get the hand, wrist, and finger motion down. She had never played any banjo, but her musicianship and dexterity were incredible, and she was playing three chords of claw-hammer along with Leo, not entirely up to his speed, but pretty damn close, within thirty minutes.Three chords are all you need for the entire Carter Family oeuvre. And then she was singing, her coloratura soprano taking these songs places that Sara, Maybelle, and A.P. never imagined. A little like Joan Baez, doing those songs like "Gospel Ship," just as pure a soprano, but 1961 Joan didn't move her body one centimeter and dressed as if she was going into the convent. Tomorrow. That was true for Sara Carter, as well. Silkie moved her body around, and she moved her voice, breasts, hips, ass, she was that kind of woman and singer. It never seemed that any convent might secretly be recruiting her. Leo was right with her, filling in the low Maybelle parts, and I tried to get the bass register of A.P down, but I was way out of their league, as far as getting that 1930's hardscrabble church-based harmony. I was falling in love with her again. Impossible.
Leo knew so many Carter Family songs, the ones lots of people knew; " Keep on the Sunny Side, "Wildwood Flower." Gospel Ship ", some that a few folkies knew in 1971; "My Dixie Darling," "Little Annie," "Lulu Walls"; and a few that nobody had ever heard; "The Happiest Days of all," Faded flowers," "Away on the Old Saint Sabbath"...Leo knew a ton of songs, most of which were new to me. He was a generous performer, had a book of lyrics, never peeked at it, not once. It was incredible how much of their music he knew, had down cold.
Silkie, Silkie. This woman wanted center stage, she was a bit of a pain in the ass that way, but unlike Leo and I, she had a stage voice to match her ego. The problem was, we were not on stage anywhere, just this little coffee house in the San Juan's on a stormy afternoon. Leo switched to mandolin, I picked up a guitar from somebody, and she continued with the banjo, her playing getting stronger and more confident as the day, and music went on.
But Silkie was a teacher. She would stop in the middle of a song:
"Tom, you're singing the wrong notes for the bass harmony. It goes like this:"
And she would sing A.P. Carter's bass line perfectly for me.
She would do the same thing with Leo, stopping to correct his tempo, his phrasing, or whatever else didn't sound right to her ear. She was a pain in the ass. She was spot on in her critique.
I was starting to wonder if Leo and I could go back to his house, and have Silkie stay here with the banjo.
Silkie was that kind of lover, too. She was focused, and you had better be focused like she was.
I was hungry. I was starting to want to have Silkie again, pain in the ass or not. I was thinking about her curly chestnut bush, how it tickled the bottom of my cock. I loved the way the inside of her thighs felt against my hips, the way she kissed me and grabbed my butt cheeks as she pulled me into her. Maybe Leo was thinking the same thing. Enough with the fucking Carter Family.
"Uh.......................yeah, I guess you could call it babysitting, or something..........Tom, this one is kind of hard to talk about, because I was so far over the line, and he was too, of course, what in the world made him think that his boss' f******n-year-old daughter was available? Do you want to know why?"
" I told him I was. I told him what I wanted to do with him. I told him I was sixteen, but he knew I wasn't. I had known Cecil since I was a little girl. I thought he was hot from the time I was in first grade! "
"I like to tell you stories that get you excited, and when I see that, that gets me going, but this is............ I don't know, Tom................if I saw you getting excited about a little girl, which is what I was, blowing a grown man, I might hate you, hate you forever. Do you think that's weird?"
"But here is the thing. I kept learning about men, learning about sex. He was very nice to me, careful and considerate. He showed me a lot, really took his time, showed me how to do it right, not too fast, which is what I had been doing. Usually, I wasn't too excited myself when I was doing the bj's with boys from school, but this was not a boy from school."
"Tom, I'm a little embarrassed to say this stuff to you. I never told Sarah or anybody about it before. I got so turned on that night, so turned on, I would have done anything, anything he wanted, but thank god, he was not insane, though letting me blow him was crazy enough."
" Maybe I'll talk more about it later.........believe it or not, some sex feelings and emotions that I have are not easy to talk about........... Okay, let me say this, and I will shut up about it. After that happened, for the next few weeks, I thought I was one sexy hot mama. I wanted, no, to be honest, I couldn't wait to try out what Cecil had shown me on some unsuspecting boy. I was thinking then that I would like to do those things with older boys; those boys in my class didn't seem like much after Cecil. But I liked younger boys too, 'cause I could control them."
" Tom, I was so full of bullshit. I knew, though I didn't want to admit it to myself, that I had gone way past the line for myself, broken some personal rule that I didn't even know that I'd created until I broke it. I could have gotten my mom fired, put Cecil in jail, just created this huge mess. Here is another thing that I learned that I found it hard to deal with: Cecil was super hot, he knew what to do, but still, STILL, he was just another guy with a stiff dick. By this time in my life, I had met quite a few boys and men with stiff cocks, and Cecil, sexy as he was, was not that different."
The ferry trip to Friday Harbor on San Juan Island took about two hours. Silkie hardly spoke again until we were twenty minutes from the dock.
" I want to be in Leo's bed. I want to be in your arms.......". She was kissing me.
The path to Leo was not a straight one. Silkie didn't have a phone number (he didn't have a phone). She didn't know where his house was, either. We were in and out of two taverns, the boat haven, a cafe, and The Wrong Coffee House before we got to the right coffee house, where we met Leo, re-stringing his banjo on a table. Within a few minutes, Silkie had a banjo strapped around her. Claw-hammer banjo is not intuitive. Some people never get the hand, wrist, and finger motion down. She had never played any banjo, but her musicianship and dexterity were incredible, and she was playing three chords of claw-hammer along with Leo, not entirely up to his speed, but pretty damn close, within thirty minutes.Three chords are all you need for the entire Carter Family oeuvre. And then she was singing, her coloratura soprano taking these songs places that Sara, Maybelle, and A.P. never imagined. A little like Joan Baez, doing those songs like "Gospel Ship," just as pure a soprano, but 1961 Joan didn't move her body one centimeter and dressed as if she was going into the convent. Tomorrow. That was true for Sara Carter, as well. Silkie moved her body around, and she moved her voice, breasts, hips, ass, she was that kind of woman and singer. It never seemed that any convent might secretly be recruiting her. Leo was right with her, filling in the low Maybelle parts, and I tried to get the bass register of A.P down, but I was way out of their league, as far as getting that 1930's hardscrabble church-based harmony. I was falling in love with her again. Impossible.
Leo knew so many Carter Family songs, the ones lots of people knew; " Keep on the Sunny Side, "Wildwood Flower." Gospel Ship ", some that a few folkies knew in 1971; "My Dixie Darling," "Little Annie," "Lulu Walls"; and a few that nobody had ever heard; "The Happiest Days of all," Faded flowers," "Away on the Old Saint Sabbath"...Leo knew a ton of songs, most of which were new to me. He was a generous performer, had a book of lyrics, never peeked at it, not once. It was incredible how much of their music he knew, had down cold.
Silkie, Silkie. This woman wanted center stage, she was a bit of a pain in the ass that way, but unlike Leo and I, she had a stage voice to match her ego. The problem was, we were not on stage anywhere, just this little coffee house in the San Juan's on a stormy afternoon. Leo switched to mandolin, I picked up a guitar from somebody, and she continued with the banjo, her playing getting stronger and more confident as the day, and music went on.
But Silkie was a teacher. She would stop in the middle of a song:
"Tom, you're singing the wrong notes for the bass harmony. It goes like this:"
And she would sing A.P. Carter's bass line perfectly for me.
She would do the same thing with Leo, stopping to correct his tempo, his phrasing, or whatever else didn't sound right to her ear. She was a pain in the ass. She was spot on in her critique.
I was starting to wonder if Leo and I could go back to his house, and have Silkie stay here with the banjo.
Silkie was that kind of lover, too. She was focused, and you had better be focused like she was.
I was hungry. I was starting to want to have Silkie again, pain in the ass or not. I was thinking about her curly chestnut bush, how it tickled the bottom of my cock. I loved the way the inside of her thighs felt against my hips, the way she kissed me and grabbed my butt cheeks as she pulled me into her. Maybe Leo was thinking the same thing. Enough with the fucking Carter Family.
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