Oy vey, this morning my bones finally cracked. It was like an epiphany, you know? These days have been tougher than a two-dollar steak for an old man like me. You feel? I need to find a bit of self-esteem. All the women in my life were more of a threat than a comfort, except for one. But despite it all, I made an effort to climb out of the schmutz. Aight, you might say, "Man, you're 61? Better now than never, right?"
So in my search for self-esteem, I stumbled upon a blues track by the Flaherty Brotherhood. Man, this band really rocks. I dove into it, took an entire week. I was late with my work, didn't update the blog, and with aching bones, my fingers getting old... I did it. As my granddaughter shouts when she achieves a target, "What can I say? I'm a 12-year-old trapped in the body of a 61-year-old man." Thank God for weed, 'cause I'd be farklempt now. LOL.
By the way, this blues has its history, that's why I published it, tough as it is. I got back on my dobro, changed my strings yesterday, and dove into this blues. Now, I decided to avoid recording, studio mixers, and all that mishigas. You wanna hear how I sound from a Canon compact 10 years old? Here it is.
See, life gave me a lesson I'll never forget. If you wanna know what the blues is, you need to understand the meaning behind the word "Blues." Blues doesn't need fancy guitars, boards-effect, loop machines, computers, logic, mac, mixer, band, bass, drum, plugins, effects... No, no, no. If you have all that schmutz, man, you cannot play the blues. Got it? That's the blues. So rough and tough, enjoy this unique version of Transfiguration Blues.