Some years ago I was, how should I put it, occasionally seeing (if even that) the Big Artist for a while.
Once he called and said he'd come over and asked me if I had a printer at home. I wasn't thrilled, but fine, come on then. When he came he had a guitar with him (I wondered why) and asked to use my internet and print something. And then. He had printed out the chords and lyrics to Lonesome Town and started singing it, slowly, playing on his guitar, not good, not that bad but bad enough for it to be embarrassing; trying to get the chords right, out of rhythm, correcting himself. I was concentrating on my cigarette and then trying to focus on something outside my window, wondering what the hell was going on and how to get rid of him. I'm telling you, it was no romantic serenading, just awkward. He sang that poor song twice. Then I think I told him I had to be somewhere else.
8 comments:
Funny, to say the least.
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It thought I was following you, well now, I am yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Hope you hug and are hugged many times. Never enough.
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Ha ha ha oh dear! Love it!
... the things stupid little men do...
"The big artists" are everywhere the same :-)
Ahahahahaha! Great story!
B.
Brilliant! One of my favorite songs so I'm glad I don't have anything like such a guy fouling it up for me! xxoo
Me
Thank you for this song !
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