Pretty Was as Is

Drugs, sex, and rock and roll was not my thing. Die young and stay pretty… sounded like a bad idea, because sometimes the pretty part got pretty ugly, so I went to performing with friends and Jazz improvised rock at Churches an stayed away from the business and the dangers, except for after concerts and some clubs and some bars depending on who was there. But I was good. And just now was like a wonderful present left over from Christmas from a long time ago that just got opened somehow. And now instead of kind of an airhead pop 80s MTV movement in Modern Love. I hear the Texas Growl of a blues riff. Stevie may be gone… but he left us that.