dreams I’m GONNA see….

Apologies to Molly Hatchet and The Allman Brothers for rippin’ on a great song.

Tha’s the song in me head today,,, AND I AM going to see this through, today, tomorrow, sumpin’, rain or no rain,,, (its pissin’ down katz and dawgz out there right now)

Love this song, Simple lyrics, Danny Joe Brown’s Growlly vocals, spatial riffs that don’t clutter the scene, guitar harmonies that flow through your soul, percussion that doesn’t overwhelm the senses or drown the basslines,,, (my only down on it is that ending,,, Just STOP, nothing more, no fade out, just STOP It’s almost too ubrupt; jarring even in a song that flows so well. Almost like a car accident or falling off a ladder: smooth movements followed by that sudden stop at the end.)

Ya gotta love that southern fried rock,,,,

(wasn’t the song originally written by Miles Davis? I seem to recall that, but can’t seem to find any credit to him,,,)

It’s rainin’, kittehs are all a tither over it and letting me know that I am slacking on the weather control system,,, (like I have a say dammit!) Voo is holed up near the space heater and stove even though its warmer than yesterday: that rain makes it feel colder though: I think thats a subliminal thing telling you to stay dry and warm.

And Buffalo is whining,,, she doesn’t like sitting so much, but when half of her power plant is laid out on a bench and the other half doesn’t do to well without the first half (as in NOT AT ALL), well, Just means I gotta get the ball rollin’, no? and I do wanna get that ball rolling, in a bad way. Paddle muscles are all twitchy and the boats and water are calling almost as much as Buffalo is. BUT, Can’t do the water thing without transportation and that I haven’t right now. Gettting there though,,, getting there.

Another pretty picture for y’all. This one taken by Sis’s S.O. from a Marina in Charleston.