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LJ Idol Week 1- Quality
Jun. 15th, 2025 10:10 amFor my favorite musician KB
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I was in agony, in a hospital bed, morphine barely able to take the edge off. Surrounded by flowers and gifts and hand written cards by half of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. My daughter Magnolia had come, and was holding my hand. Nothing else mattered, only that, eased to the pain a little. The light grew brighter, then shrank to a pinprick.
I woke in a sea of sunflowers. A 5'8 man with a wisp of a goatee, brown skin and brown eyes, passed me a joint. "You assholes, think of sunflowers as weeds, but I always loved them, what the fuck do you people know anyway."
"Am I?"
"Dead? Yes, and thank all my favorite stars. You were stubborn as fuck, wouldn't leave until your daughter made up her mind to come see you. I didn't nudge her, I saved you from a heroin overdose when you were 31, I don't make a habit of intervening twice. You're lucky you didn't try to shoot that much smack when you were 27, there is something about that year in human life... Well it's a secret your mind wasn't made to understand. Pancreatic cancer sucks. I was willing to pull the plug months ago, but I'm glad you saw her.", the Man smiled at me, when I noticed he wasn't a man at all, She was a sour looking Asian woman in her early 60's.
"Are?"
"Your parents here, of course they are. You guys made up that hell stuff from whole cloth. I have to put some dudes in time out for a while, but I have a seat saved for Hitler at the dinner table, sometime around 2141ish, you know, depending." She produced her own joint from her blue jeans and sparked it up.
"I think your second wife Angie, will want to live with you when she gets here if she doesn't find someone she vibes better with in the meantime", now he was a solidly built, Hispanic construction worker.
"I have so many questions", I said.
He fixed me with a smile, "And I will send Gabriel to answer some of them, he wants to know if he can sit in with you guys on trumpet when the last couple of you guys get here. Anyway. That guy is better than Google, as far as his trumpet work goes, he's no Miles Davis. It low key pissed him off when I made that guy"
"The guitarist and songwriter for A-Muse finally gets to play the big room. While we're waiting on Angie to get here I've got some big news.
The third song on your fourth album, "Saving Susan", it's a pretty good tune. So good in fact I put it in the Canon.I even do a cover, it's real high quality stuff man", now he was a fat, aging Italian guy.
And when He sung my song I heard it again for the first time, and all the pain and misery, all the fighting and the chaos, all melted away.
Saving Susan is forever. And so am I
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I was in agony, in a hospital bed, morphine barely able to take the edge off. Surrounded by flowers and gifts and hand written cards by half of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. My daughter Magnolia had come, and was holding my hand. Nothing else mattered, only that, eased to the pain a little. The light grew brighter, then shrank to a pinprick.
I woke in a sea of sunflowers. A 5'8 man with a wisp of a goatee, brown skin and brown eyes, passed me a joint. "You assholes, think of sunflowers as weeds, but I always loved them, what the fuck do you people know anyway."
"Am I?"
"Dead? Yes, and thank all my favorite stars. You were stubborn as fuck, wouldn't leave until your daughter made up her mind to come see you. I didn't nudge her, I saved you from a heroin overdose when you were 31, I don't make a habit of intervening twice. You're lucky you didn't try to shoot that much smack when you were 27, there is something about that year in human life... Well it's a secret your mind wasn't made to understand. Pancreatic cancer sucks. I was willing to pull the plug months ago, but I'm glad you saw her.", the Man smiled at me, when I noticed he wasn't a man at all, She was a sour looking Asian woman in her early 60's.
"Are?"
"Your parents here, of course they are. You guys made up that hell stuff from whole cloth. I have to put some dudes in time out for a while, but I have a seat saved for Hitler at the dinner table, sometime around 2141ish, you know, depending." She produced her own joint from her blue jeans and sparked it up.
"I think your second wife Angie, will want to live with you when she gets here if she doesn't find someone she vibes better with in the meantime", now he was a solidly built, Hispanic construction worker.
"I have so many questions", I said.
He fixed me with a smile, "And I will send Gabriel to answer some of them, he wants to know if he can sit in with you guys on trumpet when the last couple of you guys get here. Anyway. That guy is better than Google, as far as his trumpet work goes, he's no Miles Davis. It low key pissed him off when I made that guy"
"The guitarist and songwriter for A-Muse finally gets to play the big room. While we're waiting on Angie to get here I've got some big news.
The third song on your fourth album, "Saving Susan", it's a pretty good tune. So good in fact I put it in the Canon.I even do a cover, it's real high quality stuff man", now he was a fat, aging Italian guy.
And when He sung my song I heard it again for the first time, and all the pain and misery, all the fighting and the chaos, all melted away.
Saving Susan is forever. And so am I
