12/11/19 21:57 Bethlehem, PA
Listening to Robert Johnson blues since I may be hosting a
show on WDIY and I need to become familiar with the music. His voice is like a dream from the past, a
link to the dust bowls and crying in pain.
There must be a book about the man who supposedly sold his soul to the
devil. King Hearted Woman. I was on a tear today. At the station for an interview, back here
for a few minutes, went to get a haircut at Tim’s down the road and up to the mechanic
for an inspection. I need to get the
passenger light fixture replaced, the whole thing, since it is cracked and only
then will I get the official sticker, and I will be free to drive around the
state without a fear of prosecution.
After that, up to the supermarket to buy some food, but first some
Christmas shopping at Marshalls and after, food, home. Cooked dinner and I am back at the keys
getting down the thoughts. I checked if
my black suit fits and it does. The
white shirt is ready, but I may go out for a new black belt and shoes. I don’t want to wear anything at our wedding
that I’d feel embarrassed about. And we
discussed our vacation together in Costa Rica and it is just that, an easy vacation
without any concrete plans. This is
interesting since it’s a stark difference from our vacation in Ireland or even
the recent weekend we had together in Mexico.
Just as well. They’re Red Hot, by
Robert Johnson and this is something I can get into it. There’s a story of a
record producer trying to find Johnson, only to discover he died the year
before. Dreams of Robert Johnson.
Thank you for reading this.
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