tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81061222011-04-21T21:57:00.352-05:00Welcome to my lounge...montehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646099605398096255noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106122.post-1095323427582030762004-09-16T03:29:00.000-05:002004-09-16T03:30:27.583-05:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>I'm in a new place.</em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>I don't plan to be here long, in fact I can't be.</em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>It's a room called UNEMPLOYMENT.</em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>It's a place called Bounce-Back-And-Do-It-Quick.</em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>It's one part wake-for-the-dead, one part the-person-in-front-of-you-is-working-a-problem-at-the-blackboard-and-you're-next.</em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>I picked up my guitar today and started writing a new song - no lyrics yet, just chords. </em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Played it for a friend who said it sounded a little sad. </em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>I took a look at the chords - it goes from minor to major to minor, and ends on an ambiguous "either-or" kinda chord. </em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Exactly the place I'm in.</em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>I don't mind it so much.</em></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong><em>It'll be gone soon.</em></strong></span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106122-109532342758203076?l=thehumidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>montehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646099605398096255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106122.post-1093664926563319002004-08-28T01:45:00.000-05:002004-09-16T03:19:54.306-05:00<strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">Welcome to the humidor! </span></em></strong> <br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></strong> <br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">Feel free to crash in the big leather chairs and have a snack. (Take a cigar, if ya like. The exhaust fan is turned on.)</span></em></strong> <br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></strong> <br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">Musical requests are always welcome. For now, it's Ottmar Liebert and his latin guitar stuff. And the Olympics broadcast is on the bigscreen tv. *grins* Heck, this is the internet, ... might as well make that a 56" PLASMA FLATSCREEN. </span></em></strong> <br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></strong> <br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">*grins, lights up a Padron Anniversary maduro, and watches the track and field thinking, "I could have done that ..." *</span></em></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106122-109366492656331900?l=thehumidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>montehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646099605398096255noreply@blogger.com2