Who are you, you who share my very existence with your expectations, sometimes calling them traditions, placing more value on the worth of your expectations, unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of my very being.
Who am I, I who share your very existence with my expectations, sometimes calling them logical placing more value on the worth of my expectations, unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of your very being.
Who are we, we who share a finite existence with our expectations, sometimes calling them unconditional placing more value on the worth of our expectations unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of a finite being.
Who are they, they who share our very existence with their expectations, sometimes calling them laws placing more value on the worth of their expectations unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of our very being.
Who are We We who share an infinite existence with our expectations, sometimes calling them spiritual placing more value on the worth of all expectations willing to understand both the what and the why of a universal being.
— kenne
(. . . He celebrates and spurns His driftwood eighty-first wind turned age; Herons spire and spear.*)
Who are you you who share my very existence with your expectations sometimes calling them traditions placing more value on the worth of your expectations. unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of my very being.
Who am I I who share your very existence with my expectations sometimes calling them logical placing more value on the worth of my expectations unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of your very being.
Who are we we who share their very existence with our expectations sometimes calling them unconditional placing more value on the worth of our expectations unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of their very being.
Who are they they who share our very existence with their expectations sometimes calling them laws placing more value on the worth of their expectations unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of our very being.
Who are we we who share a universal existence with our expectations sometimes calling them just placing more value on the worth of all expectations unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of a universal being.
Ray Wylie Hubbard at the Rhythm Room, Phoenix, Arizona (October 30, 2014) — Images by kenne
I live with a women that loves to gamble, Me, I can take it, or leave it — mostly leave it.
But, life is all about give and take, my coochy coochy, coo — give and take.
There’s a night club in sun city called the Rhythm Room, home of a mean blues harp player twenty-two years out of Chicago.
Got a Rhythm Room email — Ray Wylie Hubbard, October 30th, this trick and treat time
will be only a treat.
I’m gonna give my women a deck of cards at Wild House Pass Casino and count my blessings.
Ordered our tickets and off to Phoenix — she at the helm, I listening to iTunes radio.
She gets in gambling time before driving down Indian School Road — “Look at that line at the door.”
Doors opened at seven, house packed an hour before D.L. Marble give us some Sonoran Rock ‘n Roll.
Sitting behind mama Marble, we couldn’t help but feel kinda special on another evening at Corritore’s Rhythm Room.
We were ready for some down home country blues, Lighten Hopkins style with sprinkles of Townes and Hayes.
Here we are just north of the border, our table just been cleaned, must be time to order some of that mescaline.
“I’m gonna holler and I’m gonna scream I’m gonna get me some mescaline She brings me roses and a place to lean A drunken poets dream.” *
Ray walked onto the stage to the hollering and screaming, a love fest sing along — loving the music, loving the story,
Loving the man — It don’t get no better!
— kenne
Click here to watch a great full concert video done three years ago. The Rhythm Room show was pretty much the same — “If it ain’t broke, don’t break it!”
Who are you, you who share my very existence with your expectations, sometimes calling them traditions, placing more value on the worth of your expectations, unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of my very being.
Who am I, I who share your very existence with my expectations, sometimes calling them logical placing more value on the worth of my expectations, unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of your very being.
Who are we, we who share a finite existence with our expectations, sometimes calling them unconditional placing more value on the worth of our expectations unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of a finite being.
Who are they, they who share our very existence with their expectations, sometimes calling them laws placing more value on the worth of their expectations unwilling to understand neither the what nor the why of our very being.
Who are We We who share an infinite existence with our expectations, sometimes calling them spiritual placing more value on the worth of all expectations willing to understand both the what and the why of a universal being.