So I didn’t do all that hot yesterday on my diet. I actually ate lunch. The call of Indian food was too much for me at about noon, so I made a beeline for the best Indian place in Sfla. The India House. It was exceptionally good. I’m not sure if it was that good because I was freekin’ starved or if it was because it actually was that good. But I was pretty good all in all. I only had about a tablespoon of rice and just a bit of everything else.

Then later in the day I ran up to the bar and grill for a couple of frothy libations, then I ate a pretzel. Not to bad so far. But the coup de grass was the Philly cheese steak I brought home for my daughter. After throwing it in the plastic milk carton that I use for a basket on the back of my bike, and peddling down the beach, I arrived home to a daughter waiting for food like a chick in the nest, mouth open, gaping for the worm, Needless to say, the glistening of the fried cow flesh and gooey cheese was too much for me to handle. I ate half of the damn thing. Oh well. Today is another day.

But the worst part of my day, I guess it would be the worst part, was the loss of a song. I had this line that I had “stole” from a conversation I over heard the other day (last Saturday I think) that I decided to build a song around.

“I’m going to Louisiana
To set out on a rig
Then up to Charleston
To get my wife and kids”

I actually sat at the bar last night, among the reveling High School Reunion of Fort Lauderdale Flying L’s 1984 and the usual suspects and forged out the lyrics to the damn thing. For some reason I find the environment inspiring and easy to create in. I’m beginning to understand why Tom Waits found this so useful. I just gotta be careful that I don’t get too used to it. That might be easy for a dumb Mick like myself.

So I write this song, involved story song (not something I do often, write story songs that is) about a down on his luck guy looking for work. (Interesting, since I got most of the line from a woman). It wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever written, but it wasn’t the worst. Either way, it was mine and it took about 4 hours to pull off. And there it was, just waiting for a few bad guitar chords.

So when I get home, I decide to do sync with my palm (no not that kind) so I could print out the lyrics and hone them a bit more with a pen and guitar in hand. But for some reason the sync fails and hoses the file on my handheld and the song is gone forever. Needless to say I was not happy. When I woke up this morning I it was the first thing on my mind. Well, almost the first thing on my mind. And as much of a bummer as it was/is, I guess I’ll just deal with it. After all, what the hell can I do about it? It’s not like I lost the cure for cancer or my soul mate and lover of my dreams just walked out on me. It’s just a song. And undoubtedly one that I would have blown off and very few folks would have ever heard anyway.

I’m feeling a bit creative today, so I may head for the hills with guitar in hand and work on writing something today anyway. Have to see which way the wind blows.