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Fingers Too Clumsy, Voice Too Loud

I play in front of people once a year. Everybody’s drunk, the expectations are low, and the co-players are as bad or worse than me.

It’s always been a dream to play a set at a dive bar, but I settle for the annual spring pike trip. The six string makes the packing list along with the tuning device for the tone deaf, and the memories of being asked to stop playing Bad Moon Rising on repeat.

Going Up Around The Bend

back country

The car thermometer read 94 over asphalt today. If I’m going to be hot, make it worth it. I’ve got ideas. Put me in the back country and erase any semblance of chronology so that a word like “Tuesday” loses its bearing and the future is what’s around the bend of a mangrove channel. There’s where the ambient heat is a lesser thing to stand.