The Carlton dance rules! Shate!!! A bottle of wine (all right, I admit, two) with a good friend, it sure made us laugh, and laugh again. Life is still number Uno, Death sucks!
Excuse me if I'm drawing the tempo down, but I just good the bad news that my younger brother, mainly an archeologist, but to me, the drummer whom I played with in a couple of bands in the 60's and the 70's, my beloved brother, just got to know that he's got a tumour up his brain. The hospital will try to destroy it with some kind of rays. I admit I cried when the news sank into my consciusness yesterday night. We had a gig coming up the same night, which is Friday, 24 hours ago, and it was a situation of just blanking the mind and get into the music, and the dancing chicks who were in their 40's and 50's but grooved so fine my mind went where it should be. Into the music.
Well, it's a bit off subject, but I really must get into the message I had in mind: These Carlton dancers! Lift your spirits! Don't let an uncertain future get you down! Keep the faith!
Because it is, like Sir McCartney once put it so cleaverly: You've gotta carry that weight. A looong time. I pray, because I am a Christian, that my brother Ulf (his name means Wolf) will be all right in the end.
Sorry to disturb you with this, but I just have to go into it. I know you guy's got the ability to share, which is a great gift. You don't have to answer any of this, I just had to let some of my anger OUT!
Have a good time! And remember: Life is a short movie. Close your eyes, and you just might miss the best part!
Regards from a northern Sweden, dressed in white snow.
As Neil Young put it: I believe in you. Oh-oh!