I’m here at my cabin on a Sunday night. I spent part of the day with my lady friend. Her sister and stepfather have a furniture store and art gallery on third street. My lady friend works there for a few hours once a month just to help out. I sat around there for part of the afternoon, and admired the paintings. I ate some walnuts, and checked my girls oil before driving home to my cabin. I was feeling sort of blue today. I’m not sure why. Maybe I have too much time on my hands, or maybe it’s okay to feel blue every now and again.
Yesterday I had rehearsal with the cover band. We seemed to be getting progressively worse. Some of the songs sound good, while others are hit and miss. I want to play some blues tunes to make things easier on us, but our drummer doesn’t like to play shuffle beats. I grew tired of trying to find blues songs that didn’t have a shuffle beat. I finally told him, that it was his job to find the blues songs without the shuffle’s. He said there was a Doors tune that had drums without a shuffle, but he couldn’t remember the name of it. He said it was on the L.A. Woman album. I took the time to look for it, and stumbled upon a song called Hyacinth House. What a beautiful song. I had to learn it. I picked up my guitar and spent the morning plucking it out. It’s the simple songs that get me, they rub between my soul and my heart and make me feel warm. It feels good to play it.
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