Tuesday, March 04, 2008


I have been sitting here tapping the keys for thirty minutes awaiting inspiration but it's been playing hide-and-go-seek. Everything I started typing sounded forced, so I erased the words with the backspace key. I glanced around my office wall to look at some of the mementos that I've collected through the years. I'm not sure what criteria I use in deciding on what makes it to the wall though I'm sure I have some.
I have a tambourine, and a back scratcher that is carved in the shaped of a nude woman standing with her arms over her head. From a distance it looks like a stick but once you get close you can tell what it is. I tied a gold ribbon around her waist in case she was modest.
I also have concert posters, a framed copy of the handwritten lyrics to Heartbreak Hotel. The song was written in 1955 by Hoyt Axton's mom. Hoyt was a musician, songwriter and movie star. A friend gave us the "Limited Edition" reproduction. I have a mandolin, a set of binoculars, a concertina, a compass and the first royalty check we ever received on one of our songs. It's in a frame and hanging next to a pair of 3-D glasses and a small replica of a Fender Stratocaster guitar.
When I look at the stuff, I don't always remember where it came from, but it gives me comfort knowing its there. These things are the souvenirs of our lives.

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