I was watching Travis Tritt on the TV, remembering just how much I love the pure sound and soulfulness of his voice, and remembered this – one of the posts in this bloglet of which I am most proud. A post that captured…something, some essential Truth that every writer aims for but few ever hit. I thought this deserved a re-reading. I feel privileged to have written it. I hope you enjoy it…
Yes, yes, we all know in excruciating detail of the perils of that Demon Whiskey, how it’s ruined lives and started wars and provoked gunfights and ruined marriages. It clouds men’s minds, they say. There are a million country songs about it: “Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound”, “Tonight The Bottle Let Me Down”, “C.C. Waterback”, “Whiskey River”…
That last one has…something about it. Figures Willie Nelson would absolutely pin down, like a laboratory frog, what it is that whiskey feels like when you’re down and desperate and looking for answers…
“I’m drowning in a whiskey river
Bathing my memory’s mind in the wetness of its’ soul
Feeling the amber current flowin’ from my mind
And warm an empty heart you left so cold
Whiskey River take my mind
Don’t let her mem’ry torture me
Whiskey River don’t run dry
You’re all I’ve got, take care of me…
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The Pour Fool 