Glory glory, halleluiah...
It sometimes comes as a surprise to me how much fun it can be to go out alone. Went to a bar to see "Devil in a Woodpile" play, revival-rocking pre-war blues. It was a knee-slapping good time. Nobody wanted to come with me, so the royal we took the truck out with a six dollar beer budget. Ended up drinking on someone's else's dime, because they liked the way I sang. Infectious comraderie, one of those crowds where everybody's everybody's friend, even the strangers. Made Chicago feel a little bit less desolate.
And I haven't taken out my big voice in a while.
And I haven't taken out my big voice in a while.