Dickey Betts was an insanely talented guitarist. He was also kicked out of the band for holding a loaded .44 magnum to his wife's head. And punching her when she was driving. Still, there are those moments.
Been reading homages to Betts all day on Facebook. You won't be surprised to know that none of them referred to anything other than his guitar playing and where the person was when he or she first (or last) heard Betts play.
Holy moly! This guy is good! Has he written anything else?
Then he hung all the servant women who'd slept with the suitors. Geez.
But, as Woody Allen said in another context, you say that like it's a bad thing.
As a writer, when I read something like this, I know I can quit trying. Has the despair of loss ever been described better?
But then, you say "Woody Allen" as if it's not a bad thing.
Probably best just not to quote him at all; still, there are those moments.
Lovely, lofty words, indeed, by Odysseus, but, alas, he was not so faithful as his dear wife.
I was at the Jack Johnson fight where he beat Bob Fitzsimmons in 1907. In theory, anyway.
You know, I was there the night Lincoln got shot. I gotta tell you. The play wasn’t that good.
I was in the audience at Fillmore East when they recorded the double album
No, I wasn't.
Yes, I was.
No, I wasn't.
Weren’t you also in Hershey, PA to see Chamberlain score 100?
Dickey Betts was an insanely talented guitarist. He was also kicked out of the band for holding a loaded .44 magnum to his wife's head. And punching her when she was driving. Still, there are those moments.
Been reading homages to Betts all day on Facebook. You won't be surprised to know that none of them referred to anything other than his guitar playing and where the person was when he or she first (or last) heard Betts play.