I have changed the type of music I listen to. I have a modest collection of old school blues albums (33 1/3 rpm. Lpâs) well my turntable went on the blink and it took a while for me to get around to replacing it. After setting the new one up, I fished out one of my old favorites, and spun it up. Johnny winterâs cover of parchman farm.
As I listened to him singing about his woman giving him âthat old pneumonia painâ the thought occurred to me as my mind shifted into sponsor modeâ¦ johnny, my old friend, what part did you play in that sorry outcome?â
it seems that those old drinkinâ blues, the ones I used to enjoy so much as I settled into my old familiar self pity, just donât move me like they used to.
I went through a few moreâ¦ elmore james, howlinâ wolf, john lee hooker, but it was the same. It seems that this program, this notion of being responsible for my actions wonât let me go back to that old poor me, poor me, pour me another drink mindset.
I laughed at the old me that used to take such comfort in that brand of thinking, as I slipped the albums back into their sleeves.
We grow and sometimes that growth catches us by surprise.