Blind Faith

Am I pleased?

You bet your Bellbottom Blues I'm pleased.

Why am I pleased?

Thanks for asking.

I just scored two tickets to see Eric Clapton and Steve Winwood at Verizon Center in June.



My wife and my best friend down in Atlanta have teamed up to present me with these tickets as a birthday gift, although my birthday is months away.

You know what this means, don't you? This means that my wife has the dubious pleasure of hearing me walk around the house for the next 4 months singing.

But I'm
near the end
and I just ain't got the time.
And I'm wasted and I
can't find my way home.

and

I have finally found a way to live,
just like I never did before.
And I know I don't have
much to give,
but I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret.
Everybody knows the score.

I have finally found a place to live
in the presence of the Lord.

I pity her, really I do, but she brought in on herself when she gave in to my begging-on-hands-and-knees, hold-my-breath-until-I-turn-blue, extremely masculine persuasiveness.

You may not understand the significance of this, but Mr. Clapton and Mr. Winwood constitute half of Blind Faith. I never in my wildest dreams thought that I could have the opportunity to see such a seminal group as this. God I hope they perform some Blind Faith songs.

So at least I'll have something to write about in June.