Tuesday, September 14, 2021

You Talkin' To Me?





If you're like me, you spend most of your waking hours waiting for the next chapter. 

"As soon as I grow up."

"As soon as I get married."

"As soon as I'm divorced."

"When I finish this record."

"Once this haircut grows out."

You know, the important stuff. Most of the rest of my time I spend looking back. Usually with regret. At least I never grew up. I played rock'n'roll.

One day, out of the blue, you realize that you're on the last chapter. 

When I finally made it to the last bit of Look Homeward, Angel, I slowed down. I remember only reading a page or two and putting it down. Finally I would only read one or two paragraphs before going to bed, knowing that there was an ending that Thomas Wolfe had put there that I couldn't get around.

The news comes on and I'm encouraged by the fact that the world leaders are older than I am. Of course it's obvious that they've been on the last chapter for some time.

At some point you're just hoping for a happy ending.




 

Friday, August 27, 2021

Hope Above All

 




Always thought it took a long time to become an old man. Nope.

The masses will live on crumbs and cheer on the elite as long as hope remains in the mix. Once greed takes the crumbs off the table, say "hello" to Mr. Revolution. Are we there? How would I know?

These are the darkest days that I can remember. The assassinations of the Kennedys and Dr. King are the only memories that hold a blown-out candle to the events on the evening news. Still, hope remains the star in my show. 

On my little scorecard, love still dukes it out with the dark side. I'm gonna have to love a little harder.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.





Sunday, August 8, 2021

Is This The End?





As I sadly watch a minority navigate history, I have to ask myself if, maybe, this is the end. For humanity anyway. The concept of anti-science intrigues me. I mean I'm against gravity, what it does to my jowls and pecs daily. Ignoring it, denying it, doesn't vanquish it. 

For so long I fretted and worried about the end of rock'n'roll. When the end came, it came with a whimper. Nothing lasts forever.

Now, I cut the cord to cable so that I don't sit and watch California burn and Europe wash away during most of my waking hours while idiots in suits and ties strut around D.C. 

For now, I'm alive and I'm also witness to the majesty of love and nature every day. With memories behind me I watch miracles and magic unfold and remind myself of just how lucky I have been to have lived and loved in this world.





 

Friday, July 23, 2021

Razorblades and Rainbows

 





We've muddled through for this long, we might as well muddle through to the end. If life is the grand prize, and if love is life's manifestation, I'm a winner. I suspect you're a winner, too. Being lucky is knowing you're lucky.

Hold my beer.





Saturday, July 10, 2021

Sweet Dreams, Aunt Jo







I've been on this earth for more than twenty seven thousand days. This is the first one without sharing life with my Aunt Jo. She was at the hospital in Birmingham the night that I was born. She sat through New Year's eve in the emergency room of the same hospital with me as 1965 turned to 1966. She certainly knew that I had not "run into a door" that broke my nose. She didn't ask.

If I am to pay homage to her, should I focus on her kindness, her cooking, her sense of humor? I think I will have to go with her generosity. My mom, her younger sister, always joked that Aunt Jo was tight- with herself. She couldn't do enough for everyone else. My car, twenty years old and probably the last one I'll ever own, is the last car that Aunt Jo drove. She essentially gave it to me when she knew that she had to give up driving.

Yeah, she loved sharing anything that she had and that is admirable. The generosity that kept her on a heavenly pedestal was with her love and her spirit. She loved everybody and she was quick to tell them.

With so many grand influences in my life, Aunt Jo has a special place at the pinnacle. Her stories shaped the way for mine. She had lunch at the white house with Eleanor Roosevelt. Details that she was one of a group of schoolgirls celebrating a spelling bee victory don't cloud the event. Reminds me of my stories with Elvis. Big Daddy. Jimi.

She didn't quite make one hundred and five.

I love you. Aunt Jo would want me to tell you that.

I'll have to let you know how life is without her.




Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Behavior Problems

 




What passes as self deprecation is merely my refusal to take myself seriously. Oh, I don't take anyone else very seriously, either. We're all just along for the ride. I've learned to love everybody. I've managed that by staying away from some folks.

Make it up as you go. Only sing the songs that you make up. That way, it's always right.

It finally occurs to me that Elvis Presley was really only "Elvis" for 1955 and most of '56. Take what you can get. Be generous, specially with your love. Kindness is easy, even for the socially awkward.






Thursday, June 10, 2021

Tag Teams and Moonbeams



 



Never one to let reality disrupt my life, I've decided to fix myself. Reluctantly, I must disclose your role in this. Without sufficient funds for therapy on a regular basis, I'm gonna have to babble here. Of course, if you're paying attention, you're fully aware that I've been doing that for ten years now. 

Blogs were already out of fashion when I started. Perfect.

Oh, I considered a  podcast four or five years ago. Laziness half-heartedly reared its head and convinced me to reconsider.

Seems that I have defeated self-pity, denied romance and defied social awkwardness. I'm struggling with war, poverty, racism and income inequality. I've always dreamed big. I still want to save the world, but I worry that time is running out. My time.

I sleep well knowing that Greta Thunberg is doing the work.

I'll be back.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.