Oh God, what am I doing here?

Tonight Doreen was off discussing Out Stealing Horses with some old friends. I was left alone with some old friends as well.

After Doreen was whisked away by her friend in a Mini-Cooper, I sat on the front porch reading my Kindle about Turkey. When it started to get dark, I went in. I don't yet have a light for the Kindle.

Then I made supper. 1/2 of a cold bratwurst (you can see the rest of it here) with some home made sauerkraut. I had a couple of bottles of Rio Blanco Pale Ale with the wurst and kraut.

While eating, I read in the New York Times Magazine how horrible it is to live in a socialist country like The Netherlands.

Then I came upstairs and put on some music.

No videos, no reading, just alone listening to some tunes.

I started with the Holy Modal Rounder's disc "Last Round"

My baby don't bother to wear,
none of that pink underwear.
She's so slick and sleazy,
She just don't care.


There is plenty more that would not be appropriate for a family blog.

Then I moved onto Graham Parsons' disc "The Grievous Angel"

I remember something you once told me
I'll be damned if it did not come true
20,000 roads I've been down, down, down.
They all bring me straight back home to you.

What is it about artists and Heroin?

Then I turned on Tom Waits and "A Foreign Affair"

Trains and planes and boats and buses
Characteristically
Evoke a common attitude of Blue
Unless you have a suitcase, a ticket and a passport
and the cargo that their carrying is You.

and David Bromberg's dual disc that included "Bandit in a Bathing Suit". I think he is the only heroin free artist this evening

As you read this letter that I write to you
Sweetheart, I hope you understand.
You're the only love I've even known
So please forgive me if you can.

and rounding the evening out with Warren Zevon's first (self titled) disk.

Don't the sun look angry through the trees
Don't the trees look like crucified leaves
Don't you feel like desperados under the eves
Heaven help the one who weeps.

All the lyrics are from memory.

Which is the best, don't you think?

So long Norman.

She said: "So long, Norman"