Happy Sunday, its a luxury, sitting in your own kitchen with a handful of guitars, strumming your own tunes and playing with words that run around your own head, not owing anything to anyone except a slice of a mortgage that is much smaller than it used to be. It is Sunday and I feel entitled to sit with my bad leg up, since that is all that will heal it, and it means I can play guitar for as long as I like, which is a real luxury. I am in an empty house, the sun is streaming in the kitchen window (where the guitars sit) and with nothing stronger than a cup of early grey (a bit like me) tea, I am pulling together a songbook of material that I have been gathering for a while - getting ready for recording. Yes, its February already and I feel fine about that. I have just written a chorus on the sunburst dobro, pictured above, second from the right and tuned into G for slide, its a good start - now if I had a boat (I love this song - Ke-mo sah-bee - Lyle Lovett has a good sense of observational irony):
