There’s no way to measure his greatness or magnitude as a person or as a player. I don’t think any eulogizing will do him justice. He was that great, much more than a superb musician, with an uncanny ear and dexterity. He’s the very spirit personified of whatever is Muddy River country at its core and screams up into the spheres. He really had no equal. To me he wasn’t only a musician and friend, he was more like a big brother who taught and showed me more than he’ll ever know. There’s a lot of spaces and advances between The Carter Family, Buddy Holly and, say, Ornette Coleman, a lot of universes, but he filled them all without being a member of any school. His playing was moody, awesome, sophisticated, hypnotic and subtle. There’s no way to convey the loss. It just digs down really deep.

Thank you, Lucky!

Good morning. I hope you have a nice day!

Good morning to you. I'm about to begin my work adventure for today.

I hope that you have a nice day too!

Hope you're feeling good today!

And the folks at home tell me we got over an inch of rain last night. THAT sure males my day!

Melancholy alert...
Impossible to believe it's been almost thirty years.
August ninth will also mark nine years since my hubby passed.

I am sorry to read of your husband's passing.

Where does the time go?

Yes, it is hard to believe...30 years.

On that day, I was driving to the bank to close on a mortgage re-finance.

Heard it on the radio about a mile from the bank. I had to pull over.

People kept coming into my office telling me Jerry was dead.
For hours, I said no, just a rumor, he's Dead.
Acceptance, finally, and I drove home, stupefied.