The Long, Rough Road
“A
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fter all my hard, hard travelling, things about
coming my way…” As I recorded this Tampa Red song I realized that it accurately
described my spirit. No matter what life has thrown at me. No matter how far
down I sunk my inner core would not give up, would not admit defeat, and would
always rise again. I reflected nature. I died and then was reborn, over and
over again. Just as winter gives way to spring and as seeds awaken with the
thaw, I have always been resurrected into a new life.
My
father, Sunshine Blackwater, had many sayings that he repeated time again until
his death and after as his words rang in my memory. One of his most repeated
sayings was, “Life is what you make it. If you believe its shit, your life will
be shit. If you believe that it is great, your life will be great.”
I
chose great.
At
birth I received a mixed bag of talents and deficiencies just like everyone
else. The challenge of the early days was sorting out which was what. Creative
ability emerged quickly as the frontrunner. Music, writing, storytelling,
painting, photography, engineering, and above average, though never
outstanding, athletic ability were the top gifts that I detected and developed
to their utmost.
Using
my musical abilities I have had the great fortune to play with many great
musicians, many famous people, and a few who were both great and famous.
Currently,
I have the honour and privilege of working with two of the true greats that I
have met: Spade McQuade & Shawn Lightfoot.
Another
gift that I received was the drive to procreate, to reproduce. To that end, I
helped create five incredibly talented offspring, namely boys Ashcat, Ghost
Moon, Red Moon, Lonewolf, and PJ, the girl – the Indian Princess of the
Blackwater Tribe.
As a musician on the road
I used that drive as often as I could. The combination of music and horniness
are the subject of this book and source for the dual title: Road Tales & Rode Tails–The story of a
blessed life of debauchery.
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