Long Long ago in a far away place called North Dakota a young boy and a band of musicians played songs of the times up and down the roads less traveled. I was one of those boys. I had hair and weighed almost half of what I do today. I remember well. We played songs of the day.
One of those songs was from a group of northwest musicians called the ventures. The songs they played were easy, 1-4-5 and loud.
They got older. They are now in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
The discouraging part is we got our pictures back from the photographers today. Church Pictures. Who are those old people? Who are these old guys playing rock and roll? When did we all get older?
Time is not my friend any more. I know that when I strap on my guitar and stand up in a couple days I will be casting an image that is very much like these.
Old guys playing guitar remembering days of yore.
I think Yore forgot.
Not a pretty sight.