January is Gone

Last day of January. What a month. I am half way through the 60 days of healing. I must admit that I have been a little down lately, but it is mostly due to lack of sleep. Ambien CR is like a cruel joke. It knocks me out for 3 to 4 hours. I got Gary's CD yesterday. That was a treat. Great CD and well done. Gary has a number 10 as we speak on the IAC charts. Very proud of you mate. Last week we celebrated 2 birthdays. Sharon and Catherine. Both born on 1-27. A pic of them both. Sharon in the background.

Townes Van Zandt

I was thinking about song writers today. I was looking for some inspiration, and I dug deep in my memory to remember what motivated some of the song writers that I considered an influence on me. Townes came to mind. A man born into money. He walked away from it. A writer like no other. He had his struggles like most artist. He never fell into the mainstream of music. Just sort of rode along at his own pace. He colored outside the lines. His vision in his songs was something beyond what most writers would observe. Townes died on New Years day 1997. The same day Hank Williams died. Hank was his biggest influence. If your not familiar with him, check out his songs. He was a songwriter's songwriter.

My Left Shoulder And Natalie's 16th Birthday Party

Hope this pic does not offend anyone. This is my left shoulder and upper arm. I have since had the 20 staples removed and have started a little rehab. I saw the latest xrays. I have what is called a Polaris rod and 5 screws holding my arm together. Had a really good weekend. Natalie had a birthday party Saturday. She is now 16. It was really fun, and I met so many nice young people.
So here are some party photos also. Thanks so much for all your kind remarks. Sharon worked very hard on this party. She did a fantastic job.

Accident

I had a little accident on Monday the 2nd. Sharon and I were about to grill steaks and she needed to put out a large round bale of hay for the horses. I went along to help and managed to fall off the back of the truck and broke my left arm in 4 places. All above the elbow. A trip to the ER, surgery on Tuesday which went well. The block that they used to deaden my shoulder was too strong and paralyzed my diaphram. I almost died. I left the hospital on Thursday. I am still in pain, but the worse thing is I can't play guitar. It is really made me more angry than anything. Sharon has been an angel. She has taken great care of me, and was with me every moment allowed during this ordeal. She feels responsible for what happened, but I have told her that was silly. She ask me to recover at her house, but I thought it would be less worries for me to go home. She has enough to deal with day to day. So here I am, not feeling sorry for myself. Thinking about the unfinished music upstairs loaded on computers. At this point I am thinking of putting it all on the shelf. Once I can play again, I am going to just bang out a dozen tunes that reflect the moment and let it drop.
I like that idea. I am sorry that I have not blogged in some time. It will be hit and miss for awhile.