This May Seem Weird — 1 week ago
I’ve been sitting on the front steps of my house in suburban Chicago, bringing out my guitar and just singing the way I want to – at the top of my lungs. My voice is really big and singing in the house at full throttle sounds really bad. Outside, I can belt it out.
Yesterday, when I was out there singing, I remembered a song I used to sing years ago. I completely forgot that it had been a favorite. It was a Blind Lemon Jefferson tune called “See That My Grave is Kept Clean.” Happy little ditty, eh? Great old song and I got the lyrics online today. Once I saw them again, they clicked in fully.
I love singing. I have to do this. I am so not what a singer looks like, but I don’t care. I have to do this.










