My social media suffers a lot Too many irons in more than one pot A potential gig wants to see my fans Hopping from the fire to the frying pan.
A concrete world, neon flashing lights, Deep fried dainties on a Saturday night.
"Clay Pigeons" by Blaze Foley is a great song. Here are the picking patterns for the song. Have fun
The next day a text, Covid-19 in his chest I canceled all of my students, thinking it best Thinking of anyone who had come into my space Thankfully, outdoors, I wear a mask on my face.
Basura Cat said, “Oh don’t ya know, I am going to play the ol’ banjo!” “I’ll wag my tail to keep beat, use my claws as picks, that will be really neat.”
I like this picture; I like it a lot, It was taken between lessons, I taught. First piano and then guitar did we learn, It’s how I make the money, I earn. It’s a lovely way to spend my day, Listening to my students play. We tap our feet and…
Older Student: “I pulled a muscle in my back.” Me: “Me too, getting older is hell.” Younger Student: “I saw a ceramic doll on the side of the road, it’s eyes bore into my soul.” Me: “I saw a cloud that looked like a bunny.” Older Student: “I went walking…
My students come to learn to play, They must also practice everyday. They cast their eyes down to the ground, When they play and make an awful sound. Did you practice? I ask of them, As they try to play the piece over again. A few minutes here, a few…
Taking a break from the chaos in the world, I keep up my daily phone calls with my forever friend, Marcia Rose. Marcia has been battling Lyme Disease for the last 15 years, it hit her brain, for lack of medical terms, slowly she has lost the use of her…
Sitting on the porch, drinking coffee, watching the day go by, the dull sounds of an electric guitar playing the intro to 7 Nation Army. Thinking to myself, “How cool, someone got a bass guitar for Christmas.” Then random notes played on higher strings, “Oh cool, someone got an electric…