Second Thoughts – The Death of a Voice

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

BB King has passed away.  I am sure Lucille weeps.  I am sure I will at some point.  I saw him live a little over two years ago and he was still magnificent and magical.   I own most of his music.  When sadness overwhelms me he reminds me that I am not alone.

If you read my writing regularly you know that everyone’s death matters to me.  This year has held several that touched me deeply.  We all have that appointment.  Most of us with to schedule it as late as possible.  Not knowing when the journey ends keeps us honest.  It is the greatest evidence that here is a limit to our freedom.

It forces us to consider the larger questions eventually.  I do not know nor will I judge another man’s faith.  I would influence it for good if I could but it is not my place to judge.  Today, in the sadness of a diminished world, a diminished art, and a diminished universe (one song) the notes that this man from Mississippi created will always be holy to me.

I feel this loss.  I grieve with others who do.  Oddly I just commented to my daughter last week that BB King might not be around much longer.  He came up because he was a question on Jeopardy.  I hate it that I was right.

To the man I would say this if I could.  Thank you.  Few know of my love for your music but love it I do.  I hope that when all things are made right in the cosmos I can hear it again.

How Blue Can You Get? – BB King and Lucille

I've been down hearted baby

Ever since the day we met

I've been down hearted baby

Ever since the day we met

Our love is nothing but the blues

Baby, how blue can you get?

My love is like a fire

Your love is like a cigarette

My love is like a fire

But baby yours is like a cigarette

I watched you step down on it baby

And crush it!

Tell me how, tell me how

How blue can you get?

You’re evil when i'm with you

And you are jealous when we're apart

You’re evil

You’re so evil when I'm with you baby

And you are jealous when we're apart

How blue can you get baby?

The answer is right here in my heart

I gave you a brand new ford

And you said "i want a Cadillac"

I bought you a ten dollar dinner

And you said "thanks for the snack"!

I let you live in my penthouse

You said it was just a shack!

I gave you seven children

And now you wanna to give 'em back!

Yes I’ve been downhearted baby

Ever since the day we met

Our love is nothing but the blues baby

Baby, how blue can you get?

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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