I have sat down and really, really tried to write some old-timey blues lyrics and I find it difficult.  After this weekend, it won't be possible for a long time, I'm afraid.

On Saturday night, I made the committment that my new hobby would be self-funding and not-for-profit.  At least, I don't want it to be the sink hole that my other pastimes have been.  Namely R/C cars, offroad wheeling in my Jeep and restoring a 1947 Willys CJ-2A.  I sold the Wrangler so that sorted itself…

This weekend I attended a party at a friend's house themed "bring your own musical instrument."  I wasn't sure about bringing my CBG since the host is a talented guitar player, so I just ate a mess of beans for lunch.  Then I decided to bring my CBG in case I got performance anxiety and needed a backup instrument.

So I arrived with the family and was surprised that no one else had brought anything.  Not even a set of maracas or spoons.  Nada.  The host immediately reached his…