Yeah, went to see one of my oldest living friends
play his favourite songs tonight. Sort of the soundtrack
of his life.
We spent years together on the road back in the day.
He's still got it!
Before I knew it, I just couldn't stand still anymore
Young people staring in disbelief around me.
What a gift it is - and I am very grateful to the gods - to
have that love for music. Just play me a good song, and
I'll forget all my troubles. All of them. And just...dance
and be happy!
Glad to see Uncle B still got his hands.
He's been complaining about joint pain in his hands, but
his guitar still seems to come alive in his grip.
Thoroughly enjoyable show!
Sort of sucked, though, to walk home alone through the
dark, wet streets of this strange, strange town.
Other than that, I'm not sure anymore, where the different
mental states and moods really come from. I wake up one day
feeling absolutely solid and strong and happy...only to feel
The Sadness the next.
Well, Wednesday done, any rate.
Who knows, what tomorrow will bring.