From: Tom Foote [footet@evergreen.edu] Sent: Friday, March 19, 2004 6:23 PM To: All Staff & Faculty DL Subject: Jacinta -- As Tears Go By Jacinta.... you tip-toed through mind these past few days.. while I sat in the stair well of LAB II coaxing... caressing....an etheral, throbbing, echo-y, purple rendering of this old Rolling Stones song. out of my hands, out of my mind out of the steel bar groaning the strings of the resonator guitar I bought for the college back in the 70's. I said when I checked it out that I was working on some stuff. You said you wanted to hear me play it when I got the performance together... but then you said "...naw, just let me know sometime when you're playing it, so I can come and listen..." but it was too early... before 6:30 a.m. the days I filled the stairwell with reverberation..and pain... no intrusions.. I would've welcomed yours.. but, it was too early... it was too early ........too early AS TEARS GO BY (M. Jagger/K. Richards) It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Smiling faces I can see But not for me I sit and watch As tears go by My riches can't buy everything I want to hear the children sing All I hear is the sound Of rain falling on the ground I sit and watch As tears go by It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Doin' things I used to do They think are new I sit and watch As tears go by