In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Showing posts with label Hank Williams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hank Williams. Show all posts
Friday, December 6, 2019
winter winds
winter winds have announced
that it's time to stay indoors
with hot coffee and oatmeal
and a blanket that is warm
but me, I got a cold cold heart
not the Hank Williams kind
but the one that keeps you company
that's the one that's mine
what am I to do now
that all my hopes are gone
nothing helps me anymore
on this wretched road I'm on
and me, I have no joy to share
no gratitude to find
only days of loneliness
that's the one that's mine
Friday, November 15, 2013
I love that guitar
The weekend's here, I've got weed, I've paid off a couple debts that have been worrying the fuckin' crap out of me, there's takeout Chinese food and Diet Pepsi…life is good.
Glad to hear it, farmboy. Congratulations on paying off the debts.
Oh, man, I thought I was gonna have to sell my resonator guitar. I am so fuckin' thankful that I don't have to. I love that guitar. You know, I don't play slide all that well, but I love playing it.
Yeah, I've heard you play that country blues stuff. Hank Williams, Jimmie Rodgers, those people.
Fuck, man, I love that kind of music. I'm not good enough to perform on the slide guitar, though. Hopefully someday.
Probably with your own songs, farmboy.
Yeah. That's something to work towards.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Still fuckin' learning stuff
Hi, farmboy. Do you know what time it is?
It's 4:35 a.m.
Oh. It's a bad time. I'll come back later.
No, no, that's okay. What's going on in your young life?
Hey, I'm not young. I mean, I'm far from young. Seriously far from young. Old, in fact.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. What brings you here, farmboy? Did something happen?
I fell asleep.
No, nothing happened. It's funny, I just don't like going for too long without getting to talk with you, and I didn't get to talk to you 'cause I fell asleep.
So, how you doin'?
I'm good. I'm enjoying the rain.
Me too. I love the sound of rain, It kinda makes me wish I still smoke tobacco, I would love to go outside and smoke a cigarette,
Man, I'm reading this great book now, Composed by Rosanne Cash. It's a memoir. She's talking about her childhood and it's fascinating to me. It's so weird, man, I see these connections between our fathers. She talks about her father making her a list of 100 songs she should know.
Me, I realize I got my father's music, these records of Ray Price and Jimmie Rodgers and Hank Williams. Always Hank Williams.
Anyway, it's a really good book.
And it's a rainy day, which is great for reading.
Hey, you know -- I'm changing the subject here --
Fine with me.
That so funny that you talked about being young. Because I feel young. I, like, never feel old. Ever.
You know...I feel innocent. I feel like I'm still fuckin' learning stuff.
Let me tell you what I do. When I start thinking or say "I'm old," I change it to "I'm alive." It's corny, but it can be helpful.
It is corny. But I'll probably give it a try or two, regardless.
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