When Dreams Don’t Rock

Let me make this perfectly clear (I am using my Nixon voice) when I had this dream I had not been guzzling suds, smoking hippie lettuce, licking frog bellies, or hanging by the neck naked playing tug-o-war with cyclops. This was a good ol’ fashion dream.

The dream took place in what appeared to be a tavern with a stage. Yeah, like I have been in a pace like this before. Up on stage were Waylon Jennings, Hank jr. and Merle Haggard. Jr is singing “A Country Boy Can Survive”, Waylon is playing a huge slide guitar, and Merle is banging a tambourine. Don’t ask me why, he just is. I am sitting at a table with their album cover, and the entire scene is playing on a small screen that is built into the cover. Under the screen are the words “Sneak Peak.”
All of a sudden Hank finishes with his tune, and Merle starts sining a Marty Robbin’s tune; “I Walk Alone.” And he sounds just like Marty. There is actually a video of these two on Marty’s t.v. show were Merle does this, and does it very well.

Sadly I wake up, and realize that I was not really in this honky tonk listening to my country favorites. This ranks in the top three of my all time favorite dreams that does not involve beer and reverseable under wear.

Blow Yur Own Candle

Yup, The Billy is having a birthday on Tuesday, the 22nd of May. I don’t really celebrate it cause back in 97 pop past, so pretty much took the beer out of the mug for me. But this year, I am going to allow a small celebration.

I am so blessed: 47 years young and still can see my toes, and physically do what I gotta do! This allows me to spout my mind,and not worry about much of the mess other folks think about me. I know the more mature I get, the more I just want to be left alone.

So once the work day is done tomorrow, it is off to a quite site where the suds are icy, and the help don’t know who I am. Just hopin’ the juke box got a lot of George Jones and Waylon Jennings, and pop figures a way to get me a free beer!
God Bless ya’ll. 🙂

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