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A Real Story

When I died in May, it was much more traumatic for the people closest to me than it was for me. In concentric circles, my coworkers witnessed the death and took quick and effective action to save my life. Sue Ann, Holly, the Family of Friends and my son were also monitoring the resuscitation, coma and slow return to consciousness.

I have told many that I was completely unaware of what happened until a several days afterward when I woke up in the hospital and Holly was there. Holly should not be here, I immediately thought, she has work and school and the baby to attend to. If Holly was at my side, it must have been something major, and in the succeeding days, I became aware of what it was.

I have recovered completely, and the weeks and months that have passed, listening to the stories, I came to realize – and reconcile – that I had actually died this time (I have had a couple of small heart attacks, but none of them were 911 things, much less fatal). There has been some psychological adjustment, but the final feeling is pretty much, “yippee!” Because I am very happy with my life right now.

At a party shortly after being released from the hospital, a friend’s 11-year-old daughter asked, “well, did you see a light? A bright shining light?”

I told her, no, I hadn’t much memory of anything around that day. And others who have asked similar questions have gotten similar, and totally inadequate answers. So, I’ve gotta tell you the truth right now, listenin’ to the Stones and Who and Yardbirds on a Saturday afternoon. I’m gonna tell you The True Story, and you better believe it.

I was sittin’ there in a meeting, and suddenly, out of the blue, there’s these three singers, slinky little things with big lipsticked mouths. Just as they sang, “Wah-waahhhhhhh” I was swooped up outta the chair and transported through the sky, flyin’ closer and closer to the sun.

Could not have been seventeen seconds later when I was deposited in a funky-smelling studio, lined with egg crate insulation. Buddy Holly, Abdul Rebop, John Lennon,  and Jerry Garcia was all there, tunin’ up. Keith Moon and John Entwistle were off in the corner, bangin’ away at more than 120 decibels.

I landed behind a pristine Hammond B-3 with twin Leslies whirrin’ away. As I looked up, Keith and John stopped and everyone was lookin’ over at me. “‘Bout time, man, we need some pad underneath all these damn guitars,” Keith said.

What are you gonna do? These guys are great, the eternal best. I have hung on every note, every beat I’ve ever heard from these guys.

“Aw, fellas,” I said, “I’m not ready for this. I gotta do some more woodsheddin’.”

Jerry smiled up at me as I felt that floaty thing happenin’ again. “All right, savaj, we’ll be here.”

Lyric Change

912pjan19 Songs are the least of it, but there’s this one, “Dese Blues” I wrote in 198something. I’ve played it with One Minute to Midnight for a long time. From about the week it started until sometime in December, the lyric is:

I don’t mind when it’s time to pay my dues
No I don’t mind when it’s time to pay my dues
If I didn’t live this way, I wouldn’t know how to play Dese Blues

I don’t mind all the sufferin’ and the pain
Don’t mind the sufferin’ I can stand the pain
It’s always Dese Blues and Dese Blues always feel the same

I jumped off a cliff
And I shot myself too
Neither feels as bad as
Dese Blues I got from you
I got Dese Blues from you
Nothin feels as bad as
Dese Blues I got from you

If I could be somebody else
I’d wanna be B.B. King
If I could be somebody better
You know I’d wanna be B.B. King
I just love the way he make Lucille sing

guitar solo chorus first verse out

The song has been real powerful through some real highs and lows. A big abyss divorce gave me a demon bitch focus for the jump chorus and pain. But then in December, warmed by a great job and a sweet girlfriend, I get a difference grip, and at a practice before New Year’s, the second verus and jump changes:

Y’say I’m in a rut, I consider it a groove
You call it a rut, man, that’s my groove
Freedom’s just another word
For no dignity to lose

I bit the bullet
I took the fall
In the end
You don’t matter much at all
It’s Dese Blues, Dese Blues dats true
It’s Dese Blues dats true

Great way to bring in the year. It’s gettin’ better all the time.