In the summer of ’96 I rambled about the middle states in a red Sentra dubbed the Smoking Section. The SS had a tape deck, and I had three cassette tapes: an audio book of Lady Chatterley’s Lover, an early recording of folk stylist Paul Gubbins, and a rare recording of John Allen Adams reading his poetry.
Adams was the quadriplegic proprietor of Adams Book Store in Arkadelphia. He died before I had a chance to meet him, but his lovely and eccentric wife Joy gave me the cassette. She also gave me a copy of his book I Walk Toward The Sound of My Days.
I have since lost the cassette.
Here I recreate a portion:
Here's a thing to listen to!Rock it out