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There’s always going to be interference of some type. If there wasn’t, you’d just fly off into space, start orbiting around planet home like some junk store cowboy. So, I sit in the designated smoking area, even though I do not, and catch the sounds drifting by on smoky waves. Old habits are hard to break. Thirty-five years ago, it was harp in hands, cig’ smoldering between the first and second fingers of the right hand, blowin’ at the mic. And I didn’t mind that smoke one bit, especially with my eyes shut tight to search out and find the right notes with my lips, tongue, breath. Smoking hot is relative. Now I listen to the blues fest’ on the little grassy knoll that’s the designated smoking area, still smoking, blowing blue smoke blues harp on the inside. Then the interference melts down, breaks apart, and it’s all clear up ahead. “I can see for miles . . .” humming along in harmony with all the other little monkeys in the trees. It only lasts a minute, but it tastes just like nectar, as they dutifully line up for them Honey Buckets just down below me. It’s like this: If someone accused me of being a Seeker, and asked me, Why don’t you settle down into one thing? I might just float away on that supreme compliment. So, up on the big screen, I see you caressing that sweet red Strat’ for me. Searching, Seeking, Smoking, Creating, breaking down interference in favor of all the joy your little heart can hold. And I like his hat, too. Sitting up high in the designated smoking area even though I don’t smoke no mo’…on the outside.
Posted on: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 05:05:07 +0000

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