Music was my slow steps down off the ledge. I had this old Framus twelve string that I had battered and beatened back and forth across Nam. Migrated to Gulfport, Ms. and used to play plain old honky tonks for beer and a sandwitch. Got far out of the "rage stage" And then booked it to Arizona. Met up with a band of Brothers, did the school thing, marriage thing and career thing and then crashed and burned like a B-52 loaded with napalm.
In youth we could do shit like that. Now we're older, it comes back to crunch on ya'. Hey but I'm picking up the old Gibson and that one step forward, yeah, I know and two steps...
Still got the old Framus. They ought to make it into a statue or something.
Sarg
In youth we could do shit like that. Now we're older, it comes back to crunch on ya'. Hey but I'm picking up the old Gibson and that one step forward, yeah, I know and two steps...
Still got the old Framus. They ought to make it into a statue or something.
Sarg