Rip Van Winkle Wakes

-or- A Bad Case of the George Jones
I seem to have lost a couple of years here. A guitar player friend used to say, “I’m just nursing a broken heart”, but the was jut his excuse to drink. I just don’t drink that much. I just sat around and felt bad. Many will wonder if a bad case of the George Jones isn’t about sitting around drinking. The drinking is why Tammy left him in the first place. If you listen to the songs it is the sitting around feeling bad. These days we can talk about depressed states and grieving cycles but I can assure you it is a George Jones song.
I have begun to play my piano again. For just that moment I don’t think about the world. Eventually I’ll get back to the place where I was when I was finishing my class work. Shit just evaporates if you don’t keep it fresh. I have begun to play in public again after some years. I honestly can’t tell you when my last gig was. I go out to the plaza to play cowboy songs and it just breaks my heart. I do make money. Two or three hours and I can clear $20 or $30. I’m not going to do a lot of these appearances till August gives up the swelter. I know the gigs are there. I just have to shake of this cloud and do it. Just like people like to tell me when I’m depressed, “Cheer Up!”

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