Thank God for the Blues

Hey, that's not a bad song title. Anyway, I'm just glad I play in a blues band. It would be difficult to play in, for example, a reggae band these days. I'm just trying not to be so down but it's hard when you have people in your life that you really care about and love and they are down on you for your recent life decisions; plus you know in your heart you have really caused some serious damage to someone that you really truly loved and hated hated HATED to have to hurt. I wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes!

Actually I did write a song about it yesterday, in about 10 minutes. It's called "Crying and Lying." It may have to be a country song, don't know yet b/c I only wrote the lyrics so far. (Then again most country can easily be adapted to the blues.) I also wrote a song about my grandfather. BTW I did write a loving, heartfelt song about Mr. Wonderful Stefano early this year called "Constant Reminder" and I do want to go ahead and work that up, meaning get the music for the lyrics. I gave the lyrics to Leo so he could do the music and he never did.

Last night I made tons of sausage balls; they now await their fate in the fridge. Job #1 is so blissfully slow and quiet today. Job #2 should also be. Then the fun begins tonight in earnest. I am a little freaked out about Stefano being at the jam. How should I act? Should I smile at him? Give him a wide berth? It will hurt my heart to even see him. He is posting on the FB how happy he is and I can't help but wonder if he's trying to show a happy face when he's dying on the inside. I know, I know, the ego on me, huh? I know one thing, I'm gwine be drinking it up hard core tonight. I went to Spec's on the way home last night to buy another bottle of Black Crown Royale and a jug of sangria to take to Jon's sister's tomorrow.

Happy Thanksgiving!