Was it just a crush?
To further illustrate a point from yesterday’s entry, wherein I discussed the amount of attention, or more appropriately the complete and utter lack thereof, that I give to dressing myself, I would like to offer up this anecdote.
A scant few minutes ago, I took off the t-shirt I have been wearing for 5 hours, looked at it, and had absolutely no recollection of having chosen it. I remember going to the closet to get a shirt. I remember looking through a few shirts. I do not remember picking this one, though. I don’t remember ever considering this shirt as an option. I must have just grabbed it blindly and put it on.
On the plus side, it’s a fairly rare shirt, Chris Duarte Group, when Barry “Frosty” Smith was the drummer. At the time, Chris was my favorite guitar player. I traveled from Midland to Austin several times to see him play. I was the guy who showed up when the club opened so I could get a good spot. Very much the fan boy. He played at a club in Odessa and I talked 20 or so people from work into seeing him. He fell off the radar a few years ago. I found a new CD from him two, two and a half, years ago and I only listened to it once. I don’t remember much about it, I remember turning it off and putting in his first Silvertone release, Texas Sugar Strat Magik immediately. I was in a weird place then, so I’m thinking maybe I should give it another listen. I think he’s released two more since then as well. Perhaps that’s another project.
Speaking of, I haven’t forgotten my Herzog project, it’s just been really busy. I think I will try and squeeze in at least one this weekend.
I said try.
Be good to each other.
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