Just cleared the door from an amazing Afro-Cuban-Klesmer concert…. I just wish ta hell Peggy had been there, because in half a century on this planet I have NEVER heard the like of that bassist. He mopped the floor with every other bassist I have ever ever seen. Awe inspiring and marvellous.
Then in the car on the way home I worked up a tune
One time I was beautiful
There’s not much left to see
But the inside’s still as much fun
As it ever used to be
I’m not asking you to love me
I’m not asking you to lie
But you sure could make me happy
With one kiss before I die
I don’t think that I’m a cougar
I don’t spend much time in bars
I do not hail from Venus
We’re on Earth – you’re not from Mars
I’ve read some books, written some tunes
I’ve been around the block
But you sure are easy on the eyes
C’mon, let’s take a walk
I’m not asking you to love me
I’m not asking you to lie
But you sure could make me happy
With one kiss before I die…
And that’s why I like driving…… I get to work up tunes.
Many thanks to Katie K for the concert; I am very happy. And I actually had fun clearing a foot of snow off the car. When I got back, somebody had run the bobcat over the mess of snow and I had a real parking space…
You had fun cleaning a foot of snow from the car? Clearly this notion of fun comes from some place other than your genes.
It’s one of those things that is fun as long as it doesn’t become a regular occurrence. I had fun cleaning off the car, too, so it is clear that warped minds think alike.