I am truly a horse's ass.
I can't believe I lost it. The last time I saw it, it was July 4th at City Fest. I see it. It is
sitting in my guitar case as always (my tele case), folded up, laying in the part where the body of
the guitar goes so I see it when I lift the guitar out. I picture the wind taking it out of the case.
Buffoon! Why didn't you put it in the little compartment area?
... because it's important in a meaningful..er..superstitions way and it's better to have it
so it physically touches the instrument... That way the instrument picks up some of its mojo
through some process of osmosis. What good would a charm do if it were tucked in the little
compartment?
Well what good would it do now, Einstein? It's gone! A lot of good it will be to you gone!
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My plan for this Blog was to put up a poem Papa Smurf gave me just before I went up on stage
at the now defunct 313 Jac above Jacoby's, downtown.
I was complaining about getting discouraged with playing music and the direction of it all to a
homeless man (how ridiculous is that when you think about it?) When he almost on cue takes
out a folded xerox copy of a handwritten poem called "Don't Quit."
I kept the poem.
That poem is gone now. I've given up the search for tonight. I haven't quit looking though.