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Tuesday Chewy Guitar

The Ex, The Bug.... and a song

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So... I talked with the Ex The other day....just small chat, catching up with folks we knew in the old days.  She mentioned that Janet is touring Russia in may.  The video is from Janet Planet's new album. Check her site. Way way way back in the day Janet and Tom always played as a duo at the Club where she worked.  I always remember when I had booked their band to play at our wedding ... only to have the band break up a week before the event..."Don't worry," Tom told me... "we will work something out."  And it did.  A jazz jam session for wedding music.  Coulda been a Polka, see, it did work out.

Mostly, though, The Ex and I talked about The Bug and her up coming graduation.  Tonight is her Honor's Exhibit at the U.... followed by her Senior Showing next month.  Busy stuff.  I don't expect her to stick around here after graduation.  She also will not really talk about her plans.  One day she will just tell us where she is going.... and be gone.

She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

she belongs to me ~ Bob Dylan

no sense feeling bad about it.  I know I can always forever close my eyes and hear her say, "Hey Dad."

it's the Monday after Easter..... is....

yesterday's Egg still kissable?

have a song.... I am off for donuts

So I am Thinking of a number.....

Maybe... doan know

maybe I posted this before... maybe not.  It is a song by Leo Kottke, but I think it reads better as a poem.  or maybe a tree... maybe it reads better as a tree.  I doan know.

 Morning is the long way home

I heard your voice at midnight
By the river shore
I saw your child sleeping
Behind an open door
The moon was in the river
Shining up from the floor
And the fish swam like moonlight
Through your child's closing door
And morning is the long way home

The fisherman was drowning
By his broken heel
His screams were tiny bubbles
And his tongue made of steel
When he died his teeth made stones
For your lonely child to feel
And his eyes like prayers were quiet
When you heard his tongues of steel
And morning is the long way home

The ghost of ghosts was passing
And the grasses waved like hair
I Knew I'd die forgotten
I'm the whisper of your care
The water would surround me
And my body would despair
But my heart would understand
The door that's closing there
And morning is the long way home

Leo Kottke