Icarus flying home # 37

Mandolin kitchen

I never intended to post two in such a short  space of time but needs must because I just received a copy of Buddy Guy's new cd with some amazing tracks which are all about growing old (dis)gracefully. And I thought, whooooo what a gooood idea that is. This year I am 57 years young and I am listening to Buddy singing 74 years young with relish. Yay to Buddy, whose club I visited 3 times while in Chicago. Though I did see the man himself in London, Dingwalls (I think) playing with Little Walter (harmonica) and Clapton, Page and Beck showed up - well there is a story to that but you can get too many good stories all at once so I will let that one run. This week I am re-stringing all my instruments so I can record some stuff I have been writing over the past months since I started this blog. But as if we need reminding, BG reminds us that nostalgia is death - keep moving forward, keep on moving, keep on moving, keep on moving... there is blues in the banjo and mandolin and all those other things... in the kitchen.