SMACK ME SMARTER, WILL YOU?

Because I don't know, I should not be feeling bummed out.  After all, I had the privilege earlier today, of recording some new songs - always a fun and wonderful time.  Maybe it's just the let-down afterwards, or maybe it's all the wars, or the ebola virus running rampant, or the sickos in government.

But I won't go there; I am my own mental control board.  And in fact, I have something to turn my attention to:  This morning I was looking at some things I unearthed in my basement clean up and clean out.  I found such a lovely poem written by my son when he was little and not constantly busy.  I took a picture of it and of an old photo of us. I'll be keeping these mementos for a while more.
Here's to sweet times and to the music that is always a gift.

No, you're outta sight, boy o' mine

How's that for a pick-me-up?  Now Ah am heeealed!

DEERY, DERRY ME

yes, the promised deer short clip, filmed at the place i called Derry Dell, way back in '94 - (the naming, not the filming - that was very recent).


but oh, it's not working, and once again, i am stymied by the vagaries of the built-in obnoxiousness of various computers and systems.  too much, isn't it?  too much to ask that they make them all compatible. 
no bloody wonder there's no world peace.  they can't even agree on technological communication.

so i'll move on - or backwards, as it happens. or happened.  confused?  i simply mean that the photos i will now upload are from a gig on the weekend.  lotsa fun.  great acoustics in that art gallery. and a good art-and-music-loving crowd.

oh, the emotional emoting

moi, john deehan, sax; dennis pendrith, bass