i met a man today named nick juele.
nick was rugged in sight and shifty in vision.
he was playing a piano on pearl street in boulder, colorado for the small amount of change and bills filling up a red dixie cup sitting atop his blanket covered instrument. spending close to an hour enthralled in story after story, i hated saying goodbye to my new friend. nick's love for music, a sarcastically excited understanding of the daily grind, and a deep knowledge of pain and joy was evident in his story and song. many rough patches and few breaks. music is a hard road he said. life is a hard road...
nick said he didn't normally do this, but he gave me a cd.
nick was kind.
nick wanted to share his story.
nick was heard.
Monday, March 15, 2010
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