His friends call him T-Bone and you’d call him Captain America if you new half of what he’s done in his rich and colourful life up until now. He’s a rock poet is what he truly is, and if he could play guitar half as good as he can write, he’d be up there with SRV and Jimi What’s-his-name. The guys dig him and the girls adore him, ’cause he gives up his Mississipi vibe through his big smile and generous nature. Tells it like it is and don’t take no shit – unless you’re a Thai general or a Californian highway patrol officer – and even if trouble do call, he gets around it, over it, under it and up and away. That’s his style. That’s T-Bone style. He’s leavin’ town but we know he’ll be back – Bangkok is a little part of his life – but a chunk of his heart.
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September 1, 2009 at 4:34 am |
Bangkok Jungle:
Kind words indeed. I’m just a country boy who has been down the road and back. The left photo above is when I was a chauffeur back in the early 90s in southern California. I have learned a lot about people through people. The right photo is me now. I will miss my friends in BKK but must see some friends in the USA too. I’m putting on a blurs/rock show next summer, for the local hero back on the Mississippi River. Writing poems everyday…loving life.
Would love to hear from you all…da-Bone (Stray-Dog Enterprises)