On dec. 16th I fell on the ice after a winter storm. I snapped my wrist into more than one piece and had to have surgery if I wanted to be able to write songs or play guitar without a lifetime of pain. Finally the drugs and most of the pain are wearing off. But the mood needs a bit of a kick in the pants.
Today another ice storm is coming. I was down about all that I have been unable to do that I forced myself to find something I could do as the only cure. That is one fingernail hitting the strings, an in tune-ish guitar, a very straight wrist and a girl who now feels better for singing a bit. I dressed up for you too. Or maybe just for me.
Come hell or high water (or both) I have a record to make with John Ashton (The Psychedelic Furs, Satellite Paradiso.) Must move forward no matter what...