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Sunset Shadow   3 comments

Sunset Shadow-blogSunset Shadow — Image by kenne

“And the days that I keep my gratitude
Higher than my expectations
Well, I have really good days”

— from the song “Mother Blues” by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Desert 9799 Hummingbird art blogPainting by kenne (March 20, 2018)

Expectations

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.

— Kenne (November 2007)

It’s All About The Music; The Performance; The Story   2 comments

The days

I keep my gratitude

higher than my expectations,

I have really good days.

— from “Mother Blues” by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Ray Wylie Hubbard (1 of 1)-7 blogRay 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!”

* Hayes Carll

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Image by kenne

Expectations

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

 

Posted January 18, 2011 by kenneturner in Art, Life, Poetry

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