The older you get the more of your musical friends die and just leave you here, alone, in the dead open street! Not fun! Not fair, but better than the alternative.

At least we get to listen to their recordings and remember the time when we....

There was a book written by someone from the University Of Houston chronicling the lives of about two hundred and fifty black blues musicians from the nearby area. Tayna, the black girl bass player I have been best friends with and played with for years said "Between the two of us we have played with at least two hundred of these people and they are all dead now".

She looked at me and said, " Billy I guess you and me are the last two Nword standing".

It has been my great privilege to be accepted into the black community.

I have not spoken to Tayna in a while. I think I will call her before one or both of us leave the stage.


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…”