It’s almost 3am, nearly 3 months since I last wrote on here. I’m on a couch up in Duneland. We tried margarita recipes. I’m not drunk, but I can see that neighborhood from here through the soothing peach light of the street lamps. My mentor Douglas Karr would point out that one shouldn’t stop writing [...]
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I had a good talk with my editor during lunch. Between bites of albino Velveeta heartbun tamales I pointed out to him that he’s become more than an editor to Books of Blues. He’s become part of the story. First off that means that I’ll have to share a higher percentage of profits of the [...]
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I wrote a post yesterday I felt compelled to write. And I confess that I was nervous about the reception. But, once again, y’all overwhelmed me. Thank y’all for the affection and support. Not only was it revitalizing, but the suggestsions really caused me to pause and think. I don’t dabble in much social commentary. [...]
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Today was a bittersweet day for me. When I started playing around with Social Media tools, I used Picasso’s Old Guitarist as my gravatar – a filler till I decided whether or not I liked these tools. But as with many things in my life, I got attached to the picture. Then again, I’ve almost [...]
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Ever since oldold man Finn woke up sick after our gulf-to-ocean-and-back road trip, I’ve been consumed by the question: “Legacy or Longevity?” In a couple hours, I’m going to go back into Book of Blues. I’m finally in uncharted territories. I know where’s it’s going. I know how it’s gonna end. But I don’t know [...]
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I woke up today still jazzed that oldold man Finn and I actually decided to roadtrip from the Gulf of Mexico to the Atlantic Ocean and back. How many times does that get to happen? I woke up today ready to write about the mushroom clouds of smoke and the apocalyptic haze we drove through [...]
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It’s Sunday night in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville. The heater is on and I’ve closed the doors to the porches. I can’t complain because it’s still 45 degrees warmer than The Region. Stay warm, y’all! I’ll be back in the mess soon enough. Today is an anniversary of sorts, and for it, I going to work [...]
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Some parts of my Book of Blues come from experience. And some parts of the blues book come from research. And there’s a little “other roads traveled” fantasies and truths cut-in for flavor. And sometimes, my blues book ideas come from mischievous curiosity. Take last weekend in Indy. I went down to watch a reunion [...]
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(Blues Forefather Son House in his classic rendition of “John the Revelator”) I finished writing chapter 2 of the Book of Blues Prequel. Because I took the name of the original Book of Blues and gave it to the prequel, it does feel like I’m writing the Blues Book all over again.
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Eight months ago, I was in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville, preparing to write either the Book of Blues Prequel or Sequel. Today, I’m going to start on the second chapter of the Blues Book Prequel. Still haven’t sketched either books, but I did sketch the outline of the chapter. The image in my head that starts [...]
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(“Boom, Boom,” by John Lee Hooker. The song all but says, “AND f*ck you.”) When considering insprations for a Book of Blues, the first place most people start is at the music. Smart choice. The living legends Taj Mahal, Buddy Guy and the iconic B.B. King. The forefathers Son House, Blind Willie Johnson, and company. [...]
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Prophet’s rebuilding a 3-wheeler, Marie is shaving down the carpet around the compartment doors on her brother’s bass boat, and since my handy man skill set consist of “being smart at lifting heavy things,” I’m on the sidelines out in the backyard at Prophet’s house chronicling the final steps of the great fishing boat restoration [...]
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I blinked when I left Ft. Myers, Margaritaville in January and now it’s May. The time between posts wasn’t an accident. I swear I went down to Indy n tore up Broadripple with Bling last month but that was back in Feburary. And I also keep thinking I went to Seattle a couple weekends ago [...]
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I forgot where the gym is. Sleep has become a practical joke n the weariness grows on me like the facial hair I never remember to shave: slow, almost unnoticeable until one day it’s as unsightly as a mud-packed zit. And the SEO Copywriter Chicago trek wears on. My boss was tough on my copy [...]
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