dale, i am just curious...how do you, on an indigo blues sunday night, pull it together enough to write words of such beauty and perspective and knowingness? really. all i can come up w/ on those nights is incoherent blubbering...interrupted only by a few utterly predictable curse words.
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You will. Sooner or later you will. Might even be fun.
What might fun about succumbing to an indigo pull? I am just wondering.
I'll try again. What might be fun about succumbing to an indigo pull?
Isn't the indigo pull the night, the city, the life outside the door? I assume to much, probably.
Most things can be fun sometimes.
Or if not fun then exciting, interesting, different. Something. Oh, who knows, I am drunk anyway.
Oh, I was thinking blue as in blues and then I was thinking indigo because of that old tune, mood indigo.
If I go out into the night usually at some point I must indigo.
Rups xo
dale, i am just curious...how do you, on an indigo blues sunday night, pull it together enough to write words of such beauty and perspective and knowingness? really. all i can come up w/ on those nights is incoherent blubbering...interrupted only by a few utterly predictable curse words.
Sometimes there are only words.
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