confessions of a lonely blues player, or principles? f..k 'em

Joel Fritz
Wed Sep 29 12:59:23 EDT 2004

Blue Stew wrote:
> Well father, it's been quite a while since my last confession.
> Probably 'cuz I'm not Catholic but, last night I did what some might
> say is the un-thinkable.  I sacrificed my principles, my dignity and
> devotion to the blues for that one thing that brings every man to his
> knees.  To his knees, sobbing like a 4 year old that has been
> abandoned at the baby sitter's for the first time.
> The only weakness that can crush you like an empty donut box in a
> trash compactor.
> It's LUST!
> I was in lust with her ash colored hair with blond highlights that
> shimmered like a Clairol ad under the stage lights.
> Lust with her big, bambi brown eyes that looked at me like a puppy
> wanting to go for a walk.
> She showed just enough cleavage, not to much, not too little. It was
> somewhere between an east Hollywood Blvd. whore and the school marm on
> Little House on the Prairie.
> Her scent was a liken' to fresh cinnamon rolls, baking in the oven
> just after you wake up.
> Her freshly washed 501s were tighter than the glove that got O.J
> acquitted ("if it don't fit, you must acquit").
> It was Thursday night when this alluring, Goddess of seduction walked
> to the stage and asked, "can you play…?" I don't wanna say it but it
> sounds like  "Tin Pan Alley" or "Silicon Valley".
> I just stood there for a second 'till she put her hand on my chest and
> begged softly…softly and tenderly like that sleazy, Siren bitch that
> led the Viking ships to doom…"please?"
> "Sure", I said without hesitation.  I then looked at the band like a
> school kid looking at his parents after giving them his unfavorable
> report card.
/***************  Big Snip
> Tell me, what would you do?  Only people with "lust in their heart" need apply.
> Mike "unchain my heart, baby let me go"- Ray

So, would you have played "Peace Train" or "Baby, It's a Wild World?"
How 'bout "Patches" or "Honey" or "I'm the Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp?"

Actually, I always liked the line "The path was deep and wide from
footsteps leading to our cabin."  It had that Lonnie Johnson over the
top quality.

Hear Barrelhouse Solly on the internet--that's me

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