You Got Me Writing the Blues

"I never felt more like running away / No reason to go / No reason to stay / Without you / You got me singin' the blues."

“I never felt more like running away / No reason to go / No reason to stay / Without you / You got me singin’ the blues.”

Clinton, S.C., Thursday, May 30, 2013, 9:38 a.m.

Writing a daily blog is like writing a blues song.

No, I don’t have the blues. I’m suitably upbeat. But it’s a matter of getting up, brewing a cup of coffee, turning on the TV, and thinking, “Woke up this morning …”

The blog develops in much the same fashion, except that I don’t have trouble with no triflin’ woman, and I don’t drive a 1972 Olds 98, and I had coffee, not a beer, for breakfast.

Jerry Jeff Walker sang a song called “I Feel Like Hank Williams Tonight,” written by Chris Wall, and it’s not literally feeling like Hank Williams. It means the singer wants to listen to Hank’s songs.

I play classical music when it rains / I play country when I am in pain / I won’t play Beethoven ‘cause the mood’s just not right / I feel like Hank Williams tonight

Sometimes I write a note to myself on my iPhone. Usually it’s either an idea for a blog or a hook for a song. One of the hooks I haven’t gotten around to yet – and may never – is, “Never trust a Man with a Year-Round Tan.” It’s been stored there for at least a month. I’ve got a lot more song ideas than actual songs.

9:49 a.m.

Someone just called regarding my inquiry into the status of Tavares Lipscomb. I think if I’d have just listened, I could have learned all about him, but, no, I had to tell the lady that I didn’t have any idea who Tavares Lipscomb was and that I had a strong suspicion she had the wrong number.

At first, she acted as if I was obviously mistaken, but I managed to convince her that I didn’t, in fact, care about his status. I do hope he’s all right, though, whoever he is and assuming he is, in fact, a “he.”

All else being equal, and knowing nothing, I generally favor the well-being of my fellow man. Or woman.

If you watch “The Andy Griffith Show” on TV Land, you’re going to see lots of commercials for the Acorn Stairlift.

Opie started his own newspaper, you know.

10:45 a.m.

One weakness of national politics is that it’s gotten too scientific. Everything is geared toward the “swing states.” If I didn’t live near the border of a swing state, North Carolina,” I’d have hardly known what was going on last year.

On the other hand, maybe I would’ve gotten a clearer picture if I hadn’t been assaulted by all those slanted ads.

I haven’t made up my mind on the issue, but it occurs to me that if the electoral college were abolished, candidates would have to run nationally again.

Many years ago, a man ran for County Council with the slogan, “A Cattle Farmer Who Believes in Laurens County.

A week later, someone ran an ad with a photo of Curly from the Three Stooges and the slogan “A Chicken Farmer Who Doesn’t Believe in Laurens County.”

The cattle farmer didn’t win.

10:58 a.m.

People often make the mistake of thinking small towns are just alike.

Clinton, my hometown, and Laurens, the county seat, are vastly different. Clinton has a college. Laurens has a Courthouse. Clinton has two McDonald’s and two Dollar Generals. Laurens has the Walmart. People in Clinton are constantly having to go to Laurens. Lots of people in Laurens never come to Clinton. Clinton is more orderly. Laurens is more open.

A handful of prominent families call the shots in Clinton. They’re fairly nice people, though, by and large.

Clinton and Laurens are every bit as different as Philadelphia and New York.

About Monte

For 20 seasons, I mostly wrote about NASCAR. I'm still paying attention, but I'm spending more of my time these days writing novels and songs. I try to blog regularly on whatever happens to strike my fancy.
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