It's been nearly eight years since I've been able to play my guitar. Some days it drives me nuts. Some days I just marvel at how surprised I was when it really hit home and became obvious to me that I couldn't do it any more. And I insisted that, if I was going to walk out on stage at all, the music had to be done the right way if people were going to pay good money to hear me do it. Now it's a moot point since there's no ego or choice about it at all. --- Still, it seems like a cosmic joke of nature. I always figured the music would always be there... But, as I told Big Mick recently, I cherish what I can't do -- and hold it close -- knowing I once could---if that makes any sense at all.

It's like the Beatles song said:
"What do you see when you turn out the lights?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine."

So watch for a new CD from here one of these days---but it will be from old concert tapes. I think Dennis Cook is still working on making those sound O.K. We'll see!

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