…knew that a hard rain was coming…
…knew that a hard
rain was coming…
Me and my friend Sable Sparks she is a successful writer. Here is her book link were at the Juleps Room open
mic.
Writ it in one day for the Wednesday open mic. When I am
getting ready to perform I video record myself, even when I can’t remember the
flow entirely, and I put myself in the mind state that I am performing. The
lyrics become part of me. The strumming came with the annunciations of the lyrics.
There was a wickedness to the wind. Heard that the water
brings the spirits. Felt my dear friend Charles, died damn gonna be two years
soon, was with me.
Decided to use the Dubro I bought from link.
“You’re next.” The host tells me. That means I have less
than five minutes to set up. OH NO THE BATTERY
FELL OUT MY CAMERA. “Sable can you record this one your phone?”
“Yea.”
Didn’t even have time to put on my sun glasses. That’s a
first L
My fingers were filling in the gaps.
“Damn That Felt Good Jperformance here
“You getting better.” The host told me. Yea me and him got
history.
Bout’ three years ago I came here. Sucked so bad, “STOP.
JUST STOP,” said the bar tender. link
Charles and I returned the following week. “If you play like
you did last week. We can’t let you perform,” the host told me. I played any
way. It was the same original piece I performed pieces of it March 6, 2015 at Checkpoint Charlie’s.
Charles see it here ’ played an original tune this was one of the final songs he performed
before dying.
…there’s a storm
coming but I can’t keep running.
© 2016
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