Axel Slingerland
Wordy Blues Rocker
I keep thinking about my latest fall the other day. I didn't actually fall, it was more like I lost my grip on the bed and slowly slid off of it and ended up sitting on the floor. Getting down there was less of an issue than getting up. My Son has Cerebral Palsy and he couldn't help me. He was a big help to me though, and he got past me and grabbed my phone. So I had to call 911. Add that to numerous other things and my stress level has been pretty high the last couple of days.
Because of my balance issues, I'm a high fall risk. My Doc says he thinks I might have dementia, because I have several symptoms of it. The last time I couldn't keep an eye on myself (due to Covid), and make sure I take all of my meds, etc., I ended up doing a 96 day hospital run. So to feel better about things, I did what I always do when I feel down. Turn to the blues. And the third song that played on my Spotify blues channel...
Just what I needed to hear. A song about an old blues rocker who got old before his time from playing in a band and living on the road. Why would that depressing song cheer me up? Because it reminded me of all the good times we had.
Once when we were playing in Winnemucca, Nevada, we were playing in this Casino that that was right on I-80. Our PA system didn't have noise cancelling or RFI protection, and we could hear every CB radio call every trucker within a mile was making. And we heard it all night long. We finished the night with this Foghat song...
When we got to that big rock and roll ending, and Gary and I both are standing in front of our amps, making the sound feedback, you hear "Break 1-9 for a West Bound" in the second before we hit the last note of the song. The timing was perfect. I walked up to the mic and said something like "I'm sorry for all the RF Interference tonight, but at least that last one fit!"
Because of my balance issues, I'm a high fall risk. My Doc says he thinks I might have dementia, because I have several symptoms of it. The last time I couldn't keep an eye on myself (due to Covid), and make sure I take all of my meds, etc., I ended up doing a 96 day hospital run. So to feel better about things, I did what I always do when I feel down. Turn to the blues. And the third song that played on my Spotify blues channel...
Just what I needed to hear. A song about an old blues rocker who got old before his time from playing in a band and living on the road. Why would that depressing song cheer me up? Because it reminded me of all the good times we had.
Once when we were playing in Winnemucca, Nevada, we were playing in this Casino that that was right on I-80. Our PA system didn't have noise cancelling or RFI protection, and we could hear every CB radio call every trucker within a mile was making. And we heard it all night long. We finished the night with this Foghat song...
When we got to that big rock and roll ending, and Gary and I both are standing in front of our amps, making the sound feedback, you hear "Break 1-9 for a West Bound" in the second before we hit the last note of the song. The timing was perfect. I walked up to the mic and said something like "I'm sorry for all the RF Interference tonight, but at least that last one fit!"
