Funny, goes around, comes around. Bad day today. Thinking how the world was stacked against woman musicians in the 60s. Might be because I've just put Jacqui's Hagstrom J-45 in for a refret (not easy with bound necks).

Woman musician - basically gives it up for love and kids and survival and mammon - (must check some of the musical history)

Husband (not me, first husband) doesn't play any more.
First daughter doesn't sing any more.
Son doesn't play anymore.
Here am I without a tenth of her talent still playing (after a fashion).
Second daughter (my daughter) still working on yet another band, but hey this is the noughties and if you are going to be woman rock singer you are too old at 23 right (unless you are already "made")?

Medical profession still sticks together - no practical way to prove they killed her.

History passes on. The marks that ought to have been left by a musician of rare ability were never written, and no effective trace will be left. Even the family don't realise the only thing worthwhile (after survival and sufficiency) is music.

Not good. And the song that is in me somewhere about it (which might be a lasting epitaph, if I could get it right) won't come without being saccharine and obvious. It hasn't come for nearly 3 years. The musicians who knew her then are dying. The values we knew then are dying. Maybe the song I'm looking for is the brontosaurus stomp.