Imagine there's no heaven.
It's easy if you try.
No hell below us.
Above us only sky.
Imagine all the people.
Living for today... Aha-ah...
As I drove up Hwy 85 the other day, my mind drifted and the thoughts that filled my head were of black magic, conjured courtesy of saucers of the mainstream media. Thought-controlling and manipulative they are at best, all in the name of keeping us citizens informed on how wrong we are and on how spot on they are.
As the white lines of this desolate highway passed me by, my thoughts turned from this as if I were directed by God: just as he warned Lot not to look back or "the pillar of salt awaits you." I then pondered on Mark, Luke, John and Paul. No more am I in conflict over something so trivial as a statue and the removal of such. I wondered if only to myself what ever happened to the apostles and then it came to me: They're still here and the irony is, one of them was named John and the other goes by the name of Mick.
Mick Jagger, that is and if you wanna know about life, just listen to the Stones "Some Girls" album and you will be enlightened. On the subject of heartache, Mick will tell you, "A smile relieves a heart that grieves." The Apostle Mick reminds us to have gratitude when she passes by, "I say to myself- I'm such a lucky guy." Being Mick and being wealthy didn't save him from loneliness in the naked city as he spoke of these ingenious lines, both forewarning and foreboding, "Work and work for love and sex, Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success, does it matter? Shattered." Lest we forget the downtrodden and as Jesus would say, "The least of these," as Mick masterfully depicts "The girl with faraway eyes."
I just want to share this with you because this page is as much like my canvas is to a painter and why am I sharing this with you? It's called "weeding your garden." White noise and chitter-chatter and does it matter? In all of my relationships, the only one on this earth that never let me down is the one of myself and my guitar. They say expectations are relationship killers. Like in chess, so is the game of life. No one has ever won by only taking forward moves- sometimes you have to make backwards moves to take better steps.
As for this 1969 Telecaster? She is original down to the ashtray cover that resides on her. Normal fret wear on the cowboy chords for a lady of her years, just enough to let you know she was loved, but yet unobtrusive. Her official fighting weight is a mere 7 lbs, 12 oz and the neck is as you are familiar with: a medium C.
As I opened with Lennon's "Imagine," so shall I close with Mick.
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see.
Get back in touch with the "real" relation and back to where you belong. Like Mick said:
There's one thing baby
I don't understand
You keep telling me
I ain't your kinda of man...
Before you find yourself stumbling on your feet, shuffling through the street, saying what's the matter with you boy, weed your garden and refuse to be their "beast of burden." What's the alternative? I know- sometimes you want to say that to, to yourself, sometimes you say.
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh...