Blues Night

"Broke Down Palace" rocks my soul. Concrete cures an aging church. I do love the blues. The birds making music being as gruff as a murder of crows. Blood as wine. Dicky Betts extends the argument. Greg Allman. Almost always in the key of G. TR said it wasn't unusual for someone to prefer a particular key. Jackson Brown. A pitch perfect. I had a couple of drinks with him, at a nice intimate venue in Colorado. He was taking a show into Denver with a new leading act. I had met the opening act at breakfast, the only act in town. Sisters, who really dug the fact that I just went on the road, with a satisfied mind, when we were on our mandated time together, the girls and me. You got to go behind the mule, in the morning, and plow. I think it was Rhea, when we were leaving the diner the next morning, spoke to them, and we set down, in a large red corner booth, had another cup of coffee, discussing families. When we were leaving they asked us to come to their opening in Denver, the following week-end. I wouldn't have my girls then, but I agreed to call them. It was great, ended up in a luxury suite with a hot-tub, in Denver, with two naked ladies, and Jackson Brown singing in the background It doesn't get much better than that. Some things aren't predictable. Rained hard yesterday afternoon and I couldn't go home straight away. With my visual aids (amount of standing water in certain specific locations) I knew, and D was delighted to stay in town for an extra hour, have a beer at the pub let the roads dry out; D decided he'd stay with me, and have a schooner. Walked back over to the museum, I'd left my stuff inside, D drove off. Still had time (don't like to drive after dark, and things were not really acceptable, in terms of getting back up the driveway) but still had a couple of hours I could burn, and it had come to me, ever slow, that in this new era, that I could look up bears online. Bear bibliography. Walked over to Kroger, got a bottle of whiskey and some sushi, settled into a alpha state. It's very difficult to be clear. I found out, today, the highest temperature ever created, that god particle thing in Switzerland, that generated 9.9 trillion degrees. How do you contain something as hot as that? Bears are solitary, they have maybe the greatest sense of smell of anything that stands on two legs, better, it seems, than even the best 'sniffer' dogs. They can detect things from miles away, like hawks and their vision, like the infer-red videos sold as a kind of modern pornography. And I'm firmly in the camp of not believing. Everything is a failed attempt. I'm not even upset by failed attempts to question what's going on. Fuck, shit, I can justify anything. The nature of things.