I’ll add all the rest … its finally written … sort of … this is the digitized set from several hundred edited spools. Book Maquette to be photographed
and added also
Hell of a lot of Stormy Mondays…& Tuesday’s just as bad. Paris when you’re a kid comes back to haunt ya…
T-Bone Blues (“…gonna change my way of living baby, move across the deep blue sea…”) ended the night and lingered toward the back of my mind like an incantation. And then too much whiskey, too many cigarettes and too long without sleep presents its badge and credentials and states without feeling, “I can’t do this anymore.” Maybe there was no whiskey — no cigarettes either. Maybe just the goddamn taxes. But six will get you ten, when that feeling comes…it’s a dark and stormy night. And right after Sunday, Stormy Monday will begin bright and early. Pretty much, right on time.