"What does matter to me is truth."
I wrote those words in a comment
a couple of days ago
on a blog I almost never miss:
Pat Hatt's "It's Rhyme Time."
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And since then
this post has bothered me ~
the one I wrote
in October last year
and didn't publish;
the one I wrote "flying on one wing"1
after an evening at Parkway.
Digging a little too deep in the muskeg.
Unpublished October Post ~
Friday Night Date Night.
Parkway Bar and Grill.
It's the Ever~Patient's and my standing date for years now.
I was feeling really good at Parkway.
I had written well earlier today,
even if it was painful.
I even told some of the regulars
I was writing a book.
That's how good I was feeling.
Writing a book!
I admitted it ~ at the bar!
Parkway has a fun game called Buzztime.
I'm always calling out the answers to the questions.
So the Ever~Patient Terry and I
got in this big discussion
about a question that popped up tonight
on one of the TVs above the bar.
The question was about dirty song lyrics that weren't.
I immediately knew the answer to the question:
the Kingman song.
But suddenly,
all I could think about was
a different Louis Louis song:
"Louie, Louie, Louie, Louis ~
Louie, Louie you're gonna cry!"
Sadness billowed
as I tried to remember the lyrics,
"Blah-bah blah-bah, when you taste brown sugar. . ."
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The E~P kept trying
to tamp me down.
He had me parked
between him and the
lemon/lime/orange/olive
drink station
at the end of the bar.
He wanted me all for himself.
I can so get engrossed in conversations
with others at the bar.
But I was on a creative high,
buzzed and bopping from person to person,
and there was no subduing me.
Funny how a few sips of merlot can slam you
on a sad, creative high
sharpened by a song you had buried deep.
Sad and high is more than possible.
The feelings have nothing to do with now.
Nothing to do with who you love now
with everything in you.
But once,
when there was no place in time or space
to love somebody who loved you,
this song felt so good.
Copper and white,
not black and white.
It doesn't matter.
Sometimes it just feels right
to drown in a song.
You Tube ~ Stories ~ Your Music Jukebox - The 70's
1 I had had a dangerous third glass of wine,
rather than my customary and safer two.
Refers to a Maritimes saying when on a tear:
"You can't fly on one wing."
(excuse after an odd number of drinks to have another)
Followed by:
"I need one for the road."
(excuse after an even number of drinks to have another).
Repeat ~ until you feel invincible.
Then stop!
(Usually you forget to stop.)
1 I had had a dangerous third glass of wine,
rather than my customary and safer two.
Refers to a Maritimes saying when on a tear:
"You can't fly on one wing."
(excuse after an odd number of drinks to have another)
Followed by:
"I need one for the road."
(excuse after an even number of drinks to have another).
Repeat ~ until you feel invincible.
Then stop!
(Usually you forget to stop.)