This morning I am beat up of body and hoarse of throat
…because yesterday I played and sang loud, high-speed rockabilly for three hours, seriously thrashing my Strat and my Deluxe (and me), and then stood in the cold, windy parking lot for an extra half hour, reliving the fun with the guys.
My voice is deep and resonant today, though, and I’m sure I could sing some of those old Leonard Cohen songs, whose range has escaped me in the past.
There Ain’t No Cure For Love …….
Awesome, bro! There ain’t nothin’ like a 3 hour jam to make you feel Alive.
Though I can think of at least one thing that comes close, eh… {-;
Woo-hoo! You go with your bad self!
Theresa – My debutante knows what I need, but you know what I want.
Michael B – I am chafed, bruised and happy.
Goldie – Thank you. Thank ya verra much.
rockabilly… yummy!
I can think of worse things than being stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues … as long as I’m with you, Hotness!
L – It’s blues on speed!!
Theresa – If you can handle the speedy rockabilly, come on!