I suddenly realized this morning as I was answering a sympathetic note from friend Boden Lyon that, as I told her “… what I was feeling was less emotional and more coming down with a cold. I’m expressing myself now in racking coughs instead of late night laments. Anyway…”
So that, apparently, was what the lament was about. Now, as then, I just have to get over it. We begin recording in the studio April 7 – first a bunch of stuff that might make an album by the original incarnation of our group, the Davis Creek Rounders. The next weekend will focus on nailing down an album of songs by the current incarnation, the band known as Blackberry Winter.
And now that I’ve used that word twice, I’m going to have to go for the joke, courtesy of the, I think, American Library Association, who once (or possibly still does) held a contest where people could take a word from the dictionary, add, subtract or change a letter, and come up with a new definition.
Here’s my favorite.
INTARNATION : It’s when you die and are reborn as a hillbilly. Ta-da!