Poet Horton » Leather & Lace

Just Another Day Without You

admin — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 18:09:54 +0000

Careless Whisper

admin — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 02:36:00 +0000

I used to dance to this song, I just never dreamed…………………..

Poet’s Song

admin — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 19:05:25 +0000

While I was busy making a 1970’s life and home for my young family, my sister was riding Harleys and partying with Poet all over the country. My name is Noreen, and after many years on the road and a baby girl needing a daddy, Poet eventually married my sister, Lori.

Back in the 70’s and 80’s, music was a huge influence in our lives. Not only was music in our blood, our parents and grandparents were musicians and entertainers, but the music on the radio and in the clubs told the story of our lives.

One day I was going through my cassette collection looking for songs for an upcoming DJ gig, when Poet asked if I had anything by the Bellamy Brothers. As a matter of fact, I had their greatest hits album, so I played that for him. As I listened to the words of “He’s An Old Hippie” we realized that this song was all about the Poet who I knew. So here it is:

Our Song

admin — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 14:06:44 +0000

Poet and I had been together well over 5 years when we were somewhere with a group of friends when we were asked what “our song” was. We looked at each other, dumb founded, and stated that all music was “our song” and then we went onto other topics to discuss.

Later that evening we were laughing about not having one specific song that we could claim to be “our song” and after much discusion we decided that I Want to Kiss You All Over was the one song that we would feel comfortable in having labeled as “our song”

I have been avoiding music since September 4th, I just can’t listen to it without crying. Our relationship was based on music. I mean his name is Poet and I was a dancer, so our 30 years together was a dance and music was a part of our daily life. It isn’t easy avoiding music, it is everywhere, grocery shopping is the worse, they always have music playing and it makes the task of shopping a real struggle. I used to enjoy shopping, but now I dread going to any store.

I knew that one day I would hear the song by Exile of I Want to Kiss You All Over and I was dreading hearing it, and when I did finally hear it I broke down and had to leave the area in tears, with my hands over my ears, trying to keep the song out of my head and heart.

I would like to post that song, our song here and now, I just can’t listen to it as of yet.

7 Months Ago Was the Day that My Music Died

admin — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 22:42:49 +0000

Let me introduce myself to you. I am Lori Horton, the widow of Poet Horton, the original author of this blog. My beloved husband passed away on September 4th 2008, 7 months ago today. I find myself looking at his blog every now and then, but struggle with reading it’s content and can’t get past the last entry that he had written the day before he left this earth and his friends and family.

I’ve been considering taking over this blog for several months now, but the pain I feel is so tremendous and still so raw that I’m afraid I still am a bit to shaky to do this blog justice.

Music was our life, our life was music. On September 4th 2008, it became the day that music died. With that said I am going to place this song here and will be placing music on this blog when it comes to me to do so, in memory of my ol’ man of 30 years, Poet Horton.

Old friends

admin — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 06:15:14 +0000

We got a surprise visit from an old friend today. This fella I used to call my “protege”, due to the fact he actually paid attention when he was growing up and I was around. Always wanted to see how things were done, willing to get right in there and learn about whatever was available. He wound up pretty much following in my footsteps so to speak. became a bike mechanic, built his own Harley and rode the old girl all over, wore her like a second skin, believes, to this very day, in our biker lifestyle. Old school scooter tramp lifestyle, not like the yuppie wannabes or the posers or the weekend warrior types. real people, and good for his word. Anyway, he even looks like me, down to the balding factor, although he is a bit younger than myself, he did go bald faster than I did anyway. Love the guy, he’s like an uncle to my girls and a brother to my ol’ lady. We sat and gabbed a bit and while he was there another blast from the past called on his cell phone and when he handed me the phone the ol’ gal recognized my voice immediately. I really have to get back to good health so I can get back on the road and in the game again. Not that I’m totally out of the loop or anything, but it’d be nice to get back to the level of fear and respect I once so thoroughly enjoyed. besides, I’ve not yet reached the point where I’d not be considered sexually attractive by some of these younger split-tails that seem to continue to be thrilled by bad-boy types on motorcycles. After all, I’m married, not dead! Come to think of it, I’d really like to hear from some of the folk me and the ol’ lady used to know back in the day when we traveled the country and worked the titty bars. If for no other reason then to know they’re still kickin’ and see where life has taken them to this point. Hell, I’m sure there are a few that think us from time to time and wonder the same thing.

Putting her back in the game

admin — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 00:50:59 +0000

Decided that I’ve been idle long enough and therefore brought the bike out from the depths of the garage and have begun to bring her back to life. All I need to do now is replace the throwout bearing on the clutch and that shouldn’t take me more then a couple of hours at best. The worst part of the job is going back down to the Harley Davidson dealer slash bike Shop where the mechanics are young enough to be my grandkids and all only know what they’ve been taught in one of those technical schools and don’t know crap about anything built before the ’80’s. I won’t even comment about looking for parts for the Pan for crissakes. The rat bike freaks them out as it is! Well, it does give them a thrill to aid an oldtimer like myself I guess. Even if they do have a tendency to irritate me from time to time.

Just Ranting!

admin — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 22:53:14 +0000

First off, marriage is not something that can determine the sincerity of your relationship. It does in fact, change the entire outlook of life in general of the one you chose to propose to! If your lady ever tells you that she’ll not be changed by that little piece of paper…RUN! The bitch is lying through her teeth. She may not know it at the time, but trust me here my friends, they ALL change! Once you’ve committed yourself to a woman, they have you by the balls. Literally! Don’t get me wrong here, I truly do love my wife, hell, after over thirty years together It has to be love, either that or I’ve been emasculated in my sleep and hypnotized into citizenry beyond my control. My advice to any aspiring husbands to be…is run dude, run!

Not Quite What Was Expected

admin — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:56:02 +0000

The ol’ lady and I took our girls and two of our youngests friends out to the water on Father’s Day weekend so that we might enjoy a few days of relaxation. It didn’t quite turn out the way she had expected. What with all the stress she’s under handling just about anything and everything , she didn’t quite appreciate everybody telling her “not” to do so much. She felt like everyone was criticising her every move in voicing their opinions on whatever she said, or so it seemed to her. In all actuality they were just a bit overly concerned that she was ruining her health by doing so much. What they can’t seem to comprehend is that she likes doing things for people less fortunate then ourselves. We’ve both pretty much been that way from way before we even met, we’re scooter folk for crissakes. We know what it’s like to be down and nearly out. Our people have helped us in times of need and it’s only natural to reach out when you can and assist a fella or a dame in need. Especially if they have kids. Never suffer the innocent we believe.

Say that Again

admin — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 06:46:12 +0000

My darling wife and fiercely loyal compatriot, the intelligent, patient mother of my children…”BARFED ” on me today!! Poor girl, we’d ordered out for tacos and burritos and what she called a “Mexican pizza”. Which, by the way, is what we believe made her so sick. Now if you didn’t think it looked more like chunky menudo than a pizza, you most surely did after the second coming! It was bad! Almost had me gagging there for a minute. But like a good ol’ man, I held her hair back and rubbed her neck, told her everything would be alright and she did it again! All over me, now that was the last straw, I needed a shower bad. Only thing holding me up, was that the ol’ lady had just ran a tub for herself! There ya go! It was okay though, I knew how to use the garden hose!