Carl

Carl Current mood: sore head tired body
Elliott Brood blew my mind last night
So did Jim Beam
which was reintroduced in honour of my friend Carl.
Some people live hard for so long you figure they ain't ever gonna quit. But you figure wrong.
He was a sweet sweet man. He was so used to rough side of things that he was always grateful for the little things. Your time, your friendship, a beer. When really it was me who should be thanking him for his time, his friendship, his wisdom and his music.
Thank you Carl.
I had the pleasure of picking and singing with him quite a few times around the fire and on the porch at the crew house, even a couple times on one of the stagey things. He lived, played and sang hard and with emotion.
I am not sure if I ever saw him without his guitar, 'cept for the brief period when his got wrecked in dubious circumstances.
I am not sure if I ever saw him without a beer, 'cept for in the morning when he woke up on the couch, and the store wasn't open yet, or maybe he needed to busk for some change to rectify the situation.
And I know that everytime I saw him, he had a smile for me, he always seemed so happy to se me, and I was always happy to see him.
The last time I saw him was at the crew house around the camp fire, where this picture was taken, but not by me. It was brief, but sweet, with a closing of, I'll see you next time I am in town.
Who knows, maybe I will.
I miss you Red Carl.