ONLY THE BLUES CAN SAVE YOU
I'm paging through my notebook where I jot down ideas. Did I have a profound moment or insight that I put to paper before going to bed.
Shit! There's nothing.
My teeth are grinding. My lips are pressed tightly together. I'm staring at the screen like a tiger scanning the horizon for prey.
I remember Hawk's words he imparted to me one late Sunday afternoon on the deck at Cobbleheads: "As a out-of-tune guitarist with a half-ass voice, only the blues can save you, bro."
Thursday night I opened at El Hueso with this tune that I dedicated to Hawk:
"I woke up this morning. It was just another day. I woke up this morning. It was just another day. I didn't know if I was coming or going. I've seem to have lost my way.
"I rolled myself a fat one. I've put my faith in dope. I rolled myself a fat one. I've put my faith in dope. And by the time I was done, I was feeling a little hope.
"I don't think I'll die today, but who knows about tomorrow. I don't think I'll die today, but who knows about tomorrow. About death all I've to say, don't waste on me your sorrow.
"Life has been good to me, so I'm cool when it's time to go. Life has been good to me, so I'm cool when it's time to go. Tune your instruments to E and embrace the grave just like another ho'."
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