Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "I never SANG a Song in no particular order..."
(Posting this TWICE cos Laptop fricking Nuts!)
...I never SANG for LORRAINE who lugged my prize Epiphone/Gibson Guitar from the USA in a heavy guitar case all the way from Denver-Colorado to Corozal-Belize. I never SANG/w-guitar, patio-concertina to sweet-Lorraine yet whose long-legged FOTO graces my bookshelves twix Raymond Chandler/ Connan-Doyles "Sherlock" books, a Lady worthy of infinite mystery, that music in our souls?
I never SANG for Greg Perez, a latter-day CONQUISTADOR who conquered (Culinary) France/see his food-U-tube Posts, Mexico, USA/St. Louis-Restaurants, BELIZE (he sold me my VILLA)....Whining 'bout having no strings he brought me - cross Mexican border - a fine Spanish Acoustic!
I never SANG, maybe in SONG but not in BLOG-POST, sadly, UN-forgivable of Caroline, a backbone/cultural-lifeline whose brought JOY to ALL she knew despite JUDAS'S along the way, yet "WE!" the happy "FEW", happy to "SPITFIRE" and make her tomorrows her happy horizons?
I never SANG - too much - of the rogues, banshees, ragamuffins I met along the way nr the Farmers, Families, the cool Cats out THERE; these journey PASTELS, works in OIL, GUACHE on a skyscape that color Life's highway
And the TORCHERS (Dancing Gals), the 2-TONE Hollywood Screechers/Scoundrels who'll rivet a Virgins Soul, that 6-String Guitar complainer, singing his soul into a hole; where does it begin, where does it forget its misery, where does it end? Something about the wind?
The cognoscenti, life's axel to an intellectual furnace, a spirit's eternal COUGH albeit what makes a frog jump from rock to rock?
I never SANG for the Samaritans whom, incidentally, historically helped US AL.L on our way; altruists, PETERBILT TRUCK DRIVERS, my hitch-hiking - USA - way, 50,000 miles, life-stoned-shared. WHERE NOW R those Boys AND GIRLS and do we equally REMBERED!?
I never SANG, maybe sometimes I did of the STRANGER - invisible - who helped me along the way, that Navajo blanket/warm at night - that wisp-prairie Missouri breeze - that Montana, no fingerprints, I never really sang of California except when I was wasted on a drunken whisky bar floor. Does ANYONE remember just WHO they ever where?
c.2025. dave delacroix.
