Recently a musical hero of mine left us, Dr. John the Night Tripper. He was the essence of the sound of New Orleans, a masterful pianist and singer of unique and honest qualities. In the music I am most familiar with voices are heartfelt but with some quirks and cracks, ala Bruce, and Bob and others. Dr. John's vocalizing always made me smile. He even sings the theme song to Curious George that my grandson is so devoted to. The best concert I ever saw was he and the Paul Butterfield Blues Band back in the 70's. It was in his Gris-Gris days with all the voodoo costumes, backed by the Meter band which turned out to be the Neville Bros. I attended with a girl that was the best friend of my sister's who was not impressed with the show. For me it was one of those aha moments when I realized how much I loved music.
Also attend a funeral for a young woman who lived with chronic illness and in spite of that fact of life was a success at living. She was an artist, a prolific writer and world traveler. She was the soulmate and life partner of one of my cousins. He really is more of a nephew. His words describing her were heart felt but mostly eloquent in that I felt I knew her even though we had never met. I was not tearful but completely impressed by her and her ability carry on a happy life. We all need to kick ourselves in the ass sometimes to stop complaining.
I am off today to do my lawn trimming job today, fully provisioned. I have learned my lesson on that topic. I enjoy the work and the guy I work with is chatty and in good humor, makes the day go by quicker.
I am disappointed in the field of candidates put up to run against Trump. While Biden is the current leader, his age is telling. I just don't want another 4 years of this guy.
all for now
