merry christmas yall,
it is officially christmas,
i am waiting up for the man himself, and i hope he hurries,
last evening (eve to the eve) i had a few friends over here at my house,
casey cainan, and his family,
jermey lincoln and his family, aka chad posey
mr. kevin anderson, hooker, and a hand full of pop ins i'm having trouble recalling,
casey showed with an 18 year old bottle of scotch, hooker shows with a 5th of jack (complements of lp) that had frost all over the bottle, he just pulled it out of the freezer, he walks in my back door, and the first thing he says as he holds up the frosty 5th is " it helps it go down smoother"
there might have been 2 shots left in the bottle this morning when i awoke and walked in the kitchen, and over a big bowl of coco pebbles this morning, i had to walk back through the end of the night with hooker, he seemes to have lost it somewhere,
really was a great night, swapping songs with casey, and hanging out with good people, we managed 4 half written songs, but that means they only got half to go,
one thing that i will never forget,
there's only 3 of us left,
it's about 2:30 am,
me, hooker, and mr. anderson,
i'm playing the" rocket" by fred eaglesmith,
then hooker goes out...cold...dead to the world...no movement...head on the kitchen table,
me and kevin keep pickin for another hour or so,
then kevin leaves, so now it's just me,
and i decide to retire, so i try to wake hooker, to put him on the couch,
no luck,
i raise my voice, i use the pop on the head, and the hand full of hair head lift,
nothing,
so i just pick him up and lay him on the couch,
and just as i cut out the light and i'm leaving the room,
hooker sings "that's the saddest train i ever heard"
which for those of you who don't know, is the chorus to the eaglesmith tune i was playing an hour before hooker checked out
merry christmas yall
mo
it is officially christmas,
i am waiting up for the man himself, and i hope he hurries,
last evening (eve to the eve) i had a few friends over here at my house,
casey cainan, and his family,
jermey lincoln and his family, aka chad posey
mr. kevin anderson, hooker, and a hand full of pop ins i'm having trouble recalling,
casey showed with an 18 year old bottle of scotch, hooker shows with a 5th of jack (complements of lp) that had frost all over the bottle, he just pulled it out of the freezer, he walks in my back door, and the first thing he says as he holds up the frosty 5th is " it helps it go down smoother"
there might have been 2 shots left in the bottle this morning when i awoke and walked in the kitchen, and over a big bowl of coco pebbles this morning, i had to walk back through the end of the night with hooker, he seemes to have lost it somewhere,
really was a great night, swapping songs with casey, and hanging out with good people, we managed 4 half written songs, but that means they only got half to go,
one thing that i will never forget,
there's only 3 of us left,
it's about 2:30 am,
me, hooker, and mr. anderson,
i'm playing the" rocket" by fred eaglesmith,
then hooker goes out...cold...dead to the world...no movement...head on the kitchen table,
me and kevin keep pickin for another hour or so,
then kevin leaves, so now it's just me,
and i decide to retire, so i try to wake hooker, to put him on the couch,
no luck,
i raise my voice, i use the pop on the head, and the hand full of hair head lift,
nothing,
so i just pick him up and lay him on the couch,
and just as i cut out the light and i'm leaving the room,
hooker sings "that's the saddest train i ever heard"
which for those of you who don't know, is the chorus to the eaglesmith tune i was playing an hour before hooker checked out
merry christmas yall
mo