Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Maybe a Status Report Isn't Such a Bad Idea

Sixty-five brings a weird trip, not the least of which is becoming a Texan, hopefully tomorrow.

(Ed:  wtf?)

My drivers license expired and getting one will establish residency so, hey, y'all ... welcome to the Great State of Texas and sorry to y'all in Mexico for stealing the land but, wtf, we wanted it more than you did.

Note:  we could send a memo to Donald Trump and his cohorts to let him know the original transgressor was America ... but he wouldn't get it.


The general physical condition is not too good but attitude is fairly swell, actually.  I don't know if it serves (cough) y'all to go into any detail, just as I don't think it would serve anyone to see my raggedy ass because I suspect it would hurt you.  I would love to see any of you, regardless of what any may think, but it would be a rough trip for you.  Holy shit, he wasn't kidding.

It's not that I'm busted and things are peaches for Yevette because she's strapped in almost exactly the same way; she has more income but house, taxes, dental, and multiple things which easily eat that and more.

There is no doubt in me that playing specifically is life.  It works me so much it makes me sweat to the point of total soakage.  It makes me stand and work for it.  These are excellent things and the metaphysical of it is another realm beyond that so goodness all over the place.


Mystery Lady, maybe you wouldn't be so wrecked since you have seen me smashed all to hell in much more dramatic fashion than this.  The invitation is always open because I suspect that would be like Three Musketeers and be as grand as three broke-down fogies can make it.

Something you may like to hear is about Randy yesterday at VA.  He was talking about lack of direction in the Middle East and how he did not want to leave them in a bad way.  He was passionate about it and, sure he is, this was after volunteering to risk his life to do what they told him was right.  He also said he was concerned about terrorists and I wasn't arguing but rather said, "A lot of things would get a whole lot better if everyone had a fair shot at the ring."

Girl, his eyes lit up instantly, so much in agreement.  It was a beauty moment because it was the same for both of us, so few get it.

There's no pithy observation but rather a smile that there is goodness if you look for it.


So, yah, let's have a second thought and skip the status report.  I don't anticipate a lightning bolt will croak me at any moment but it could.  That awareness can make you weak or strong and what I suggest is focusing all you can on what you can do rather than what you can't.  They said I was quite good at jumping hurdles in track and field in school ... but ... I can't do that anymore.  Now there's a gut-ripping heartbreaker, huh.

Sure I will play ... until they pry the Galaxy Guitar from me cold dead fingers.


This isn't a desperate cry but rather I'm telling you there's no chance either of us would turn you away.  I warn you straight-up in would be hard duty, tho.  I don't mean in terms of any kind of obligation to see me but rather in military terms in which hard duty is any difficult thing up to the worst imaginable.


And here's a bit of fantasy (maybe) which hopefully will make it clear.  I think of working up some tracks for "Don't Be Afraid of the Dark" by Robert Cray.  I know the Mystery Lady could kill this song and, ML, I have not forgotten the Gee Whillickers.  I'm guessing you're laughing right about now.

Note:  the Gee Whillickers were a band of old geezers who toured about having a hell of a good time.  Who cares if we make the Top Forty, we're playing because we can.  For a musician, that is one golden moment.  Even if no-one else likes it, I do.  I'm not sure but I think it was "Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael" in which we saw the band.


The fantasy (maybe) is to do this in-person because I don't think anything could possibly bring more poignance to it.  Robert Cray is an outstanding blues / R&B performer but I would not want to do it in an R&B style because it would be piercing as a duet.  Mystery Lady has more stuff than as a chanteuse and I'm not thinking to hard rock it but I think more toward a slow hip hop beat.  In case you haven't heard that (i.e. maybe you fell asleep under a tree for twenty years), there is some which is beautiful and captivating.

(Ed:  still sounds like a weeper for a chanteuse)

Well, the trick is not making it sound that way, isn't it.

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