Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

Showing posts with label Buddy Guy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddy Guy. Show all posts
Thursday, July 21, 2016

Seven dirty words & Buddy (No. 6) Guy

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(926 words) I don’t know why I feel compelled to defend amplified profanity at the Pittsburgh Blues Festival in a forum that is the ...
Monday, August 3, 2015

Seven Dirty Words & Buddy "No. 6" Guy

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(926 words) I don’t know why I feel compelled to defend amplified profanity at the Pittsburgh Blues Festival in a forum that is the ...
Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The blacks, the blues & me

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Even for someone as maniacally self-absorbed as myself, I recognize the thought as a delusional doozy: I’ve been feeling a soulful kinship w...
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