RANDOM SEASONAL THOUGHTS.
We’ve been on a lot of TV shows with Ralph Emery and his guests…
Music Hall America, That Good Old Nashville Music, Pop Goes the Country, etc..
Once Ralph whispered to me before the show:
“Jack, don’’t say anything to embarrass me.”
He opened the interview with “Well, Jack and Misty, what have you been doing?”
I said “We’ve been living in a cardboard box in Central Park.”
He said “I think I’’ll talk to Misty.”
I don’’t know what comes over me sometimes.
Autumn is my favorite time of year… a season of moods.
The first chill after summer has worn out its welcome…
That’s when I start to feel the holidays coming on.
Not that we do any big celebrating these days…
But it’s the remembering of celebrations past,
and those who were with us during good times.
The empty places at our table.
In England they celebrate that the Pilgrims left.
Many years ago when we were playing a lounge in Kentucky
Misty and I saw a restaurant sign that said. “FRIED CHICKEN”.
We went in, sat at the counter
and a man who looked like Colonel Sanders served us.
This was before anybody had ever heard of KFC.
After we ate he asked us if we liked it.
We said we did.
He said, “Good. I’m thinking of franchising it.”
I’m getting rid of my new walk-in tub.
People keep dropping in because they don’t need an appointment.
Misty is craving beets. She eats them right out of the can.
It’s weird! She’s even laughing about it.
We hope she’s not pregnant.
I’ve got to go to the store today
and get Misty a gallon of eggnog ice cream and a case of beets.
It’s been a weird week.
ONE WINTER DAY…
I thought I saw robin, but it was just a sparrow with a chapped chest.
A young guy and I waited at the door.
He said, “Age before beauty.”
I went through and said, “Pearls before swine.”
Neither of us was trained in music.
Misty plays by ear and I learned music theory and arranging from books.
Misty has perfect pitch and an amazing memory for music.
We both started out playing standards, light jazz, and whatever paid the bills.
Misty was filling out some forms at a doctor’s office today.
She said, “What do I put here?” I said “Nothing”,
so she wrote “Nothing”.
We hope the baby doesn’t swallow another bullet.
Those Kevlar diapers are expensive!
Still working on my new song…
“Cranky. I’m Cranky for feeling so lonely…”
BIG PARTY AT THE SEA PALMS.
The Sea Palms at Saint Simon’s Island
was one of the weirdest gigs of our career, so far.
St. Simon’s sits in the blue Atlantic Ocean,
off the coast of Brunswick Georgia.
Nobody knew who owned the place,
and so the rumor got started that Misty and I did.
The lounge manager asked me if it was true,
and I said “Shhh, I can’t talk about it.”
The rumor went wild and we had a great time.
One regular customer was an elderly lady
who was very quiet and appeared to be lonely.
In the last picture I have in my memory,
she was out on the full dance floor with a drink in her hand,
dancing with the bartender.
A MOUNTAIN MORNING…
After a day when everything went wrong,
we checked into a mountaintop lodge at Lake Arrowhead.
We got up the next morning,
pulled the cord on the drapes that covered a whole wall,
and they opened onto a wall-sized picture window.
The forest was covered with two feet of new snow,
without a sign of life, except for some rabbit tracks.
A real-life Christmas card. It was June in California.
Prozac killed my blues career.
We were playing in a restaurant on Big Sandy Lake, in Minnesota.
It was almost Thanksgiving
and the lady who, with her husband, owned the place said,
“I have to go pick up thirty turkeys.”
I said, “I didn’t know you drove a school bus.”
Sometimes I’m such a smartass.
Laughing stock: Cows that giggle.
My selective memory is getting too damn selective.
I could hide my own Easter eggs.
I have a fear of people with phobias.
She: “Bewitch me, darling. Bewitch me.”
He: “I’ll be witch you in a minute. I’m busy.”
I’ll Never Be Free.
I’ll Always Be Reasonable.
I like cowboy hats,
but when I sit down and lean back the hat tips up in front.
Copyright © Jack Blanchard 2015