Wine, Women, and Song

Wine, women and song- delirious impressions both over- and understated. Nonsense to the uninitiated. This is how my daydream began: gyrating on stage with long hair like and adolescent shaman- visions of a young Jim Morrison. Wine, women and song- punk, funk, southern boogie drunk battle ax guitars, pounding drums blacken and brutal beer soaked bars. This is the dream come true: an insidious reality that suddenly struck rude. Nonsense to the uninitiated. Now, it is still the wine women and song that I long for. Indelible impressions both over-and understated.