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Felt a bit warped, so just be glad I didn't make a video of this...

 

It kinda answers the off-asked, but, until now, never adequately answered question: What would Clapton sound like, if he had listened to Woody Guthrie more than Robert Johnson?...

 

 

Taylor 355 12-string, Hohner Big River Harp (in a modified Lee Oskar rack), "Delta Drum Set" (foot activated washboard/stomp board), Shure SM-58, the last couple seconds due to sloppy editing...

 

Just now listened to this. Never dreamed it would be the last we would hear from you TAH. That last line about "George Harrison's ex-wife" cracked me up, posthumously...

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Just now listened to this. Never dreamed it would be the last we would hear from you TAH. That last line about "George Harrison's ex-wife" cracked me up, posthumously...

 

I know. Even with the build up I didn't see that one coming. The feeling a bit "warped" seems ominous in retrospect too. Sure sorry to see him go...

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Terry didn't drink. Said he couldn't because of his condition. It might've even taken him out but that's none of my business. But, up-ending a glass or 10 in his memory is my business and works for me right about now. So, here's pie in yer eye, Terry. Relax and enjoy the show.

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Me too. I'm glad to see that the last words he posted to me were "Nicely played."

Kind of bittersweet though. Very, actually. :-/

 

I'm looking for his setlist. It seems like he posted it way back when, but I haven't found it in the site search yet. At the very least, we need to have a VOM in his honor.

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And a eulogy I think describes Terry's outlook on life -

 

Here comes the road the sun is rising

One last look it's time to start

All over land and into life

The days are good too good to stay for

Now the ride is mine and you your eyes did

Hold the stars that filled the evening sky

On mystery flight that wonderous night that

Tribal call of primal surge into ourselves

Compelled by will we stay forever yes

We say we say on shiver cool the ground

It holds us molds our souls for moments

Longer than the night that leaves the honesty

So true as hearts know better leave while

Happy sad for happy hours gone not fair

We know what's real so very real we can't repeal

The dreams of what could be will never

Be but cooling embers sparked by life

In step with all the grace of blowing sage of

Endless dawns that mark the youth that parks the

Want of new horizons firmly in the eyes will never

Lose the colors color yearns to scream to tell to

Yell to all who'll look and maybe see there really

Is a place between the shining seas and no less

Brilliant than the core of who we are we are just

Skidding never rolling with the life presented

Free no charge to take the dare to touch the air

To listen to its laughter carried low enough to

See the trees the grasses dance the melody the

Winds compose the ballet of the skies and all that

Flies beyond desire within the heart to soar the heights

To lose the lashes binding earthly creatures

In our hopeless copeless sense of life we trade

We run away to seldom see through eyes that want

To focus on the truth but rather seek the hocus-pocus

Life beyond the real illusion glitters techno-purges

Void the landscape clean the pallet no one cares

In droves we fashion truth from lies we hypnotize

Ourselves to walk to talk as ordered never hearing

Mystery cries to stop to find our spirit wings

To raise our heads and feel the wind to let the ancients

Rise within and lift our souls away.

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