And I Can't Find You Any Where...

The very kind host of the Thursday night open mic jam took my Kramer for a week to do surgery on it. Therefore, I wasn’t as prepared as I would have preferred for this week’s performance. Regardless, I performed another original. It was an instrumental “Haunted Highways.” I stayed after to work on some things that had theorems of staying in the same old situations that are self destructive because doing something different is frightening. I stopped to watch a three piece teen-age band play. When the parents of this band started taking footage it reminded me of you. Your parents were always so supportive of you in your music and writings. Then I began to feel foolish for being older and still going after “the dream.”

Somewhere in my introspective conflict I wrote the rough draft of a song dedicated to you.

Some of the lyrics:

For miles and miles More than the eyes can see I went up and down, down and up Wished upon shooting stars for my share of good luck Gone and come back again and again through 2,000 miles of dirt roads dust and clouds that never cry just to find you. Went to the end of the Haunted Highway All they can do home is remember who we were and not who we are

I wanted to tell you that all we been through just makes us strong But I can’t find you anywhere here or there.

Went to the picture show looking for you in the back row. All the lines were so predictable you would have laughed at the one lines it was really another moment Out Of Mind and I can’t find you anywhere

Went to the waters edge Gulf of Mexico Figured if the storm came you’d show up with that Strat in your hands and show me how to play that jam that right way.

Night turned into day then back again-lightning danced across the trees, water and land reminding me that so much of you is who I am-PICK UP THE PHONE WE GOTTA TALK knowing the blues better than anybody has a large price. Wanted to tell you I think I’m strong enough to pick up the tab.