Got the blues

Blind Boy Paxton

playing his blues

it seeps through my pores

straight into my blood

I feel it rushing to my heart

makes it beat slower

and stronger

healing music

it feels strange

to see the sun is out

I have to get back to work soon

but when I close my eyes

I close reality's curtains

I'm in a late night

smoke filled

New Orleans

blues bar

women drink whiskey

men smoke cigars

I don't know if I'm sleepy

tipsy or high on music

my breath slows down

feel the liquor warm me up

it's hot outside

or cold

day or night who knows

I don't care

the blues has got me hypnotised 

I might have been here 

for as long as I live

I don't remember

life being anything

else than this.

People clap and cheer

bring me back 

to daytime

clear skies

Byron Bay Bluesfest.

Gooning about

Whenever I felt a bit overwhelmed by the amount of beards on Bluesfest, I would run to the Gourmet Goons for my daily dose of magnificent moustaches. And when my face turned purple from dancing like the queen of boogie, they would calm me down with fabulous plates of kangaroo or tofu. If you are in desperate need of an extra pair of legs to dance with, awfully funky dress up costumes and food so good it makes the fat kid inside of you do push ups so it can eat even more, go see the Goons. They have a magic hat filled with recipes, rainbows and unicorns to make your life look all shiny. I'm not sure whether it was Jerry's 8-shaped moustache or Max' tight yellow Kill Bill outfit, but I can tell you one thing: I want to marry them both. And not just for the Australian passport.