If only I were more inclined to pay attention.
As I did yesterday.
After a really good hour long workout, which provided almost a complete if not total amelioration of my discombobulation over the Cards’ Saturday night no show in Upper State NY, I went with back to back decompression phoners with Bookstore Billy and Smart Guy, while standing in the parking lot of the new JCC.
More than a fitting metaphor: I was peering over at the rubble of my youth, the old Center building, that’s now 3/4s torn down. Oh the memories.
After the calls, I got in the car and headed out. To the sounds of a sublime live version of “Blue Sky” from the Dickey Betts/ Warren Haynes Allman Brothers Band on JamOn Radio.* Too sweet. And calming.
*It was followed by a Billy Strings’ version of “Dark Star,” a mysterious and somewhat foreboding Dead tune that for some reason I’ve never understood was the holy grail of the DHeads. Which gratefully didn’t abate my returning serenity. Wonder what Native Dancer thinks of the tune?
Which recitation of disconnected musings is testament of how far a scribe will venture down the splintered cranial connections to avoid weighing in on the proverbial elephant in the room, i.e. the subject at hand.
Lean into it, here comes more procrastination, as I get in touch with my inner one-liner mode. Continue reading Seedy’s Chalk Talk: Satt’s Seat