The Sky is Crying.....read some of the comments for this song and this one
theloniousMac
1 month ago
My father could play the blues on his old guitar like nobody's business. His guitar was named Shirley. Still is I guess. She's in my closet. My father was a mechanic by profession, but he had the music in him. I inherited the mechanic side. Majored in computer science. Became a systems engineer. I freelance now. Do almost everything from home. I tend to work late at night, remotely connecting to people computers, fixing problems, managing servers, writing the code that glues it all together.
I live in a downtown loft. Me, my pit bull Quincy, my desk with several computers, lots of empty space, my bed, Quincy's beds, and the chair. I used to say it was his chair. My father. Not Quincy.
Every once in a while he'd show up, like on a Friday night, bring a bottle of single malt because that's all I'd drink. Shit, he'd bring a 20 year old bottle of Oban that must have cost him $80 to $100 bucks. I told him it wasn't necessary, but he'd just do it. He'd pour himself and me about 3 fingers, and he'd sit in the chair and just play.
I'd usually just keep working. Every so often he'd slow down and say something like, "Boy, you still ain't got no woman? How long has it been." I sigh and say, "I dunno. 20 years maybe." He'd play for a few more minutes and suddenly say, "20 years. Shit. What's wrong with you? I had me a little taste just a week ago." I tell him, "I just don't appeal to the ladies like you do." He'd say, "You don't even try. Look at this place. It's sterile. You and that crazy dog and those damn computers. You don't have a single 'personal' item on display anywhere." I'd explain that I'm a minimalist. He'd think about that for a few minutes. Finally start playing again.
He'd ask if I was ever going to buy a couch or a TV. I'd explain why I didn't need them. He'd just shake his head and try to explain that maybe a woman would come over if she had a place to sit. Sometimes he's make me laugh, whether I wanted to or not.
On the way out, he'd say, "Boy, you got a whole lot a book learnin, but you ain't got a lick of common sense."
Just lovely!
