We drove down from the Fur Peace Ranch to Clearwater, Florida where Jack and I have our first gig at the Capitol Theater. Needless to say, we are more than excited that we are blessed to be able to continue to play our music and hopefully have people listen.
It’s been a nasty Winter east of the Mississippi… all over I guess. We all know what the deal is so there’s no use heading to the whine cellar. Anyway, for whatever reason I just really had nothing to say after Woody passed. I’ve had a chance to reflect and looking back at some of the comments as much as I appreciate the spirit of those who knew and loved Woody I just found myself on an interesting hilltop looking at the landscape of some of those words. I find at my age my friends are leaving us at an alarming rate. That’s just the way it is. The sorrow of a friend’s passing tends to be self centered. I will miss my friend. I am sad they are gone… The word ‘I’ is prominent. That’s OK. We’re all human. My heart goes out to the family he left behind. The rest of us will survive with the vacuum he leaves behind.
‘Good times come and good times go, if it lifts you up it will lay you low, people leave and they don’t come back, life is a disappearing act.’
Then the sidetrack comments about Neil Young and Spotify. I don’t like people who promulgate dangerous disinformation. If you’re guessing I wouldn’t listen to someone like Rogan you’re a Mensa candidate. That’s OK. I don’t have to. When Bob Dylan among others sold his publishing catalog, people asked me what I thought. I thought, ‘Good for him. If my catalog was worth that much it would be gone in a New York Minute!’ That’s his business just as Neil’s Spotify dealings are his. He has issues, he uses the weapons at hand and that’s his right. I doubt that authors of comments on my site have a dog in this fight. Unless you’re making money with streaming services I don’t see that it concerns you. It reminds me of people who complain about the Grammy’s. If you’re not a voting member of NARES it doesn’t concern you. You don’t get a vote. You’re entitled to your opinions… we all are but sometimes some of the comments I read give me a serious case of the ass.
I’m not looking for rubber stamp affirmations. If I was, there wouldn’t be a Comments Section. Sometimes I just can’t bite my tongue.
Nuff said. Time to write the set list for tonight’s show.