Judy Garland had 4 toes on one foot and six on the other.I’m sitting in a hotel room in Nashville when a knock comes on the door and a man of less than normal stature in a pillbox hat asks, “did you call?” Not sure of his origin or affiliation, I made as if I was confused by the whole ordeal and by and by he made his way on down the hall, eventually gaining entry to a room marked “218”, not my “281”. Dumbfounded, I set aside all plans for the weekend getaway of musical mayhem to stalk and discover, and a unfold the riddle that layed itself at my feet. I don’t know why it always begins or ends with a midget, but it just does. I walked down to 16th for a beer and to meet up with my songwriter friend who had been doing the Music City struggle for three years and probably was in desperate need of my fat ass buying him a beer. He was an hour late, and by the time he arrived I was 3 whiskeys into the evening. Funny word, “evening”, like it is when it makes everything okay, equal, irons out the inconsistencies of the day. Strange the way in which you can suddenly think differently about a word. It should be no surprise to those of you that have followed me thus far that my time is the “evening”, the other part of the clock is skewed. My friend arrived and two drinks later we departed for dinner at a BBQ joint on the outskirts of town. Forty-four...
PattyDo it all tonight! I mean it, do it all tonight! Tomorrow the sky will turn blood red and run the way of the Indians, and the rivers will flow back upstream and disperse themselves in the headwater banks. I will retreat north and entomb myself in an ice cave built for one. Heads will go over heels and heels over heads, all that has come before will come again. You know the story. We sent the women to bed early as the day has been long and that is their time, or at least I suppose. We could drag this night out indefinitely, if it would only stay dark. I deny the sun, I embrace the stars. Let’s sit on the porch with sunglasses on, extremely dark sunglasses on, until the sun goes down again. Might as well have another. Right? You left at the end of summer two years ago and I thought my world was crumbling a little. You guys left virtual post-its on my screen that made me sit in a corner for an hour. One bad decision followed another it seemed, a few minor good ones along the way as well. Life was happy at once, but foreboding. I took a jet ski into the middle of Lake Lanier at 50 MPH and abruptly stopped and sat there for hours with my head in my hands. Tonight you were back, and as always, for a few hours I pretended like everything was as it was. I don’t make it your way as often so you do not have the same benefit. We drank stupid...
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