If I Were Evil…
…I’d buy the elder of my two nephews these kid-sized bagpipes.
Then I could get the younger boy a bodhran and they could kick out the jams, Celtic-style!
Maybe next Christmas!
…I’d buy the elder of my two nephews these kid-sized bagpipes.
Then I could get the younger boy a bodhran and they could kick out the jams, Celtic-style!
Maybe next Christmas!
…but I know I’ll never fill his shoes.
If I could be even half the man; half the person that he was, that would be more than enough for me. I’m content simply doing my little part to keep his memory and his brilliant spirit alive, striving to to the best of my abilities to emulate some of the qualities that made him so great.
I miss you, Dad!
…why there isn’t a Damnation Army?
Maybe there is, and they just call it something else.
So, despite my concentrated efforts, it snowed. We got about six inches of the dreaded white stuff… it’s like a freaking winter wonderland (of horrors). Bah! Humbug!

Steve Earle sings:
Sing me a song about a cowboy with an achin’ heart
Ridin’ along the lonesome prairie ’bout to fall apart
Every time those doggies moan
He doesn’t feel so all alone
That’s the kind of song that I like – the kind that breaks your heart*
I like that kind of song too, but what I really find myself drawn to of late is songs that tell a story. Songs like Billie and Bonnie and The Week of Living Dangerously by the aforementioned Mr. Earle.
Perhaps it goes back to my childhood; some of my earliest memories of “favorite songs” are:
The late, great, Warren Zevon was a master of this genre; owning several spots on my list of favorites, including:
So, if you’re like me (Heaven forbid!) and you also like songs that have a tale to tell, give any of these a spin. You can thank me later.