Somehow I have lost the desire to be on stage. The last few times have been OK but not very rewarding, nice young guys to play with. They are good friends and we like each other a lot. Most are thirty years younger then me.I play their stuff but they don't know how to play much of anything I really like. Had some fun playing in Rome in the street in 2018. All my bandmates have got old and died.

Besides all the typical aches and pains the worst thing about getting old is losing everyone you went through life with. Sometimes I play along with the record and remember the nights and places we played . Many of the juke joints no longer exist and have been long since torn down. I can still smell the Bar B Q out back. Never had really any fear and never really had any trouble.

I always had Colt Python in my guitar case but never had the occasion to need it. The only things that has changed is the 40 Cal Sig I carry around now days, concealed and locked and loaded.

Nowadays no place is safe, from the bar down the street to the United States Capitol.

We will be back playing in the places we use to play in that have not gone under but it will never be the same.

Billy

Billy

“Amazing! I’ll be working with Jaco Pastorius, Charlie Parker, Art Tatum, and Buddy Rich, and you’re telling me it’s not that great of a gig?
“Well…” Saint Peter, hesitated, “God’s got this girlfriend who thinks she can sing…”