yoyo
Yoyo moods. I seem to be dwelling in a passive aggressive state directed towards myself. I've been fair, kind, and hard working all my life. It's empty though, and something terribly flawed about the way it has proceeded. I know it's me, but don't suppose I'll ever know why. Nothing to fix at this late stage. Maybe other people feel that way, maybe not.---
Friends are having a BBQ this weekend, so I'll make a nice macaroni salad with crab and shrimp. The husband said he'd learned to play the banjo this year as project and was seeking a project for next year. It would be fun to listen to him play at the bbq, so I suggested he ask people to make up a verse to sing along to his music. He said. "Well...blues and banjo don't really go together."
Sure it does...there's the old time gospel-ly bluesy music, like Wayfaring Stranger, although I don't think I've heard it played on the banjo. They don't own a TV, so I don't suppose they remember "Hee Haw" from the 60's-(70s?) and the silly/sorrowful wailing cornfield verses played on the banjo. "Where oh where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? Well I searched the world over and though I'd found true love, but you found another, and *#@!# you was gone."
Sounds bluesy to me.
2 Responses to “yoyo”
Kaylee - October 21st, 2011
Hindsight is 20/20
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