The tour is over. This is my guitar………pretty much says it all…….bloodied, worn around the edges, starting to yeller a little bit, a few road dings in it……..I guess I must have bled onto it during the show, but didn’t really feel it.
Dear Mr. or Mrs. Singer-Songwriter……..the job is filled with blood, sweat, tears, diesel fumes, weariness, late nights, late mornings, sometimes not great food, sometimes wonderful food, and for the two hours you are onstage……..possibly fantastic moments that make the other 22 hours make sense for awhile. Don’t apply for the job unless this sounds good. Stay home and do something useful with your life.
It is too late for me…….i’m all in………thank you everyone for supporting me on this tour. I really appreciate it. Gratitude.
As we rode away from Brighton after the last show………..this is what took me through the deserted highway………..do you have a favorite “end of the tour song?”………..this is mine…….
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