I met John back in 1973, after he was released from the Rehabilitation Clinic in California he arrived at the Convalescent facility I was working at. John was one of two at the facilty with spinal injuries. We immediately became friends and would take my lunch breaks together at Fernhill Park at NE Simpson St and NE 38th Ave. We spent a fair amount of time together and he eventually asked me to be his attendant, "so he could get the hell out of this hole"!! I would have in a second but, I had already agreed to be the attendant for the other quadriplegic residing at the facilty (before John had arrived). If I had accepted Johns request my life would definitely been different. I do not regret the decision to follow through with my first attendant position. John eventually "got the hell out of the hole", ending up in MT Angel Ore. I was glad he made this move, John told me, "he preferred having me as an attendant, but if he has to be in a facility this one is cleaner and being from a Catholic upbringing, he can deal with the Nuns"! John had me laughing constantly. He bought this green Dodge windowed van without an electric ramp and we travelled to The Dalles numerous times to visit his parents and kin as well as his friends he worked, went to school, and grew up with. We drove to the Oregon coast occasionally inviting a mutual female friend of ours. I was in my late teens and early twenties at this time in my life, and the relationship John and I developed was one of the best experiences in my life. I knew John at a time in his life where he did not like his situation and he dealt with it the only way he found solace. I was so glad when he decided to find an outlet he was a natural with. I would see John periodically, (I got married and became a Paramedic) I would come over to his apartment in NW Portland to help out when his attendant needed time off. I wish I had a better format to tell my story. I know all who met John and spent quality time with him have similar feelings. When I found out of his passing a surge of emotions flowed through my psyche. Portland and the world is a different place without John wheeling himself around and interacting with everyone he met!!! John you are sorely missed
You left for good, to Hollywood I watched you thumb a ride I felt alone to the bone I swallowed my pride The best of times, the worst of times Hey are you listening? I sliced the shame with razor blades Now everything is glistenin' How'd you ever get so How'd you ever get so Lost in the city, anyhow? The motel sign, is burnin' fine with several bulbs missin' I had chat with Felix the Cat While I was Pissing If anyone could save you now you'd call him your savior But just like me They'd probably be out on good behavior How'd you ever get so How'd you ever get so Lost in the city, anyhow?
I met John back in 1973, after he was released from the Rehabilitation Clinic in California he arrived at the Convalescent facility I was working at. John was one of two at the facilty with spinal injuries. We immediately became friends and would take my lunch breaks together at Fernhill Park at NE Simpson St and NE 38th Ave. We spent a fair amount of time together and he eventually asked me to be his attendant, "so he could get the hell out of this hole"!! I would have in a second but, I had already agreed to be the attendant for the other quadriplegic residing at the facilty (before John had arrived). If I had accepted Johns request my life would definitely been different. I do not regret the decision to follow through with my first attendant position. John eventually "got the hell out of the hole", ending up in MT Angel Ore. I was glad he made this move, John told me, "he preferred having me as an attendant, but if he has to be in a facility this one is cleaner and being from a Catholic upbringing, he can deal with the Nuns"! John had me laughing constantly. He bought this green Dodge windowed van without an electric ramp and we travelled to The Dalles numerous times to visit his parents and kin as well as his friends he worked, went to school, and grew up with. We drove to the Oregon coast occasionally inviting a mutual female friend of ours. I was in my late teens and early twenties at this time in my life, and the relationship John and I developed was one of the best experiences in my life. I knew John at a time in his life where he did not like his situation and he dealt with it the only way he found solace. I was so glad when he decided to find an outlet he was a natural with. I would see John periodically, (I got married and became a Paramedic) I would come over to his apartment in NW Portland to help out when his attendant needed time off. I wish I had a better format to tell my story. I know all who met John and spent quality time with him have similar feelings. When I found out of his passing a surge of emotions flowed through my psyche. Portland and the world is a different place without John wheeling himself around and interacting with everyone he met!!! John you are sorely missed
He sound inresting i like the Nickelodeon cartoon pelwic he came up with in late 90s
R.I.P John, a great cartoonist, singer, songwriter and inspiration.
I miss my Friend Cal !!! Love this song and seeing my old friend !!!
what a beautiful song.
RIP John Callahan
Can’t wait for the movie they’re making!
I heard this on rebel taxi
so did i
same
same here
Sayme
Same here. I'm sad I didn't know about this artist sooner. He was really talented.
I have the CD goddamnit and can't play it because cd player died. Please upload all
RIP Callahan!
I'm gonna cry
rest in peace great man
i already have
I'm Mexican and I love this song but I don't quite understand because my english is not too good. Can someone write the song lyric?
You left for good, to Hollywood
I watched you thumb a ride
I felt alone to the bone
I swallowed my pride
The best of times, the worst of times
Hey are you listening?
I sliced the shame with razor blades
Now everything is glistenin'
How'd you ever get so
How'd you ever get so
Lost in the city, anyhow?
The motel sign, is burnin' fine
with several bulbs missin'
I had chat
with Felix the Cat
While I was Pissing
If anyone
could save you now
you'd call him your savior
But just like me
They'd probably be out on good behavior
How'd you ever get so
How'd you ever get so
Lost in the city, anyhow?
Wish I knew how to play this on guitar
tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/j/john_callahan/lost_in_the_city_crd.htm
awesome
john Callahan and kevin coyne should have made an album together
I agree. It really is sad to hear stories like this
this reminds me of kevin coyne
Does anyone know, where I can watch the documentary "touch me where I can feel?" about John Callahan?
amazon prime and vimeo