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 out, but I built a barn for the Willys, so that has a deep hole to climb out of.

The turning point for CBGs was when I finished my first Diddly Bow on Saturday evening.  I'm still crap at playing this thing, but it was a ton of fun to conceive, plan and build.  So I'm going to give it a shot at selling a couple to fund building my own guitars, and whatever whiz-bangs and whirly-gigs I want to add to the collection.

I stopped at the local tobacconist and showed him the Diddly Bow.  He was very happy to see it and even though he is a guitar player, he wouldn't do much with it.  Makes me sound like a pro.  Anyway, I stacked up 6 new boxes on the counter and he rang me out for $11.  I skipped though the pouring rain all the way out to my car.

So I'm stoked up crazy high as a kite.  Where do the blues come from when you're this happy?  Hahaha.