I’ve been having a series of craptacular days lately. They’re overscheduled (but not with anything really worth doing), full of mini firedrills, jampacked full of dealing with crankiness and incompetence and other pleasantries.

Unfortunately, I haven’t borne the stress well. I ranted at the backup in the far right lane of MLK just below Multnomah once I found out it was solely due to a horde of cars waiting to turn right into Starbucks to go through the drive-through window for their overpriced corporate coffee. I railed at the new crop of potholes, the rapidly-escalating gas prices, and the fact that my kids keep eating my “secret stash” of Thin Mints.

In fact, that’s why I haven’t been writing much lately - I didn’t want to bore you all with my whining about my oversaturated, stressed-out life; with posts full of Waaah. Waaah. Waah.

But then I discovered that local blues legend Paul deLay passed away from leukemia that had unbelievably just been diagnosed mere days before.

Damn. My rants and raves now seem petty and inconsequential, don’t they?

I think I have my KINK Blues from the Waterfront CD in the car. And I believe it’ll be the perfect accompaniment to my afternoon commute home.

We’ll miss you, Paul. Godspeed…

Related posts:

1. We’ve Lost Great Blues Harmonica Player Paul DeLay
2. Why I’m not going to the Blues Festival this year…
3. Curtis Salgado has liver cancer
4. John Canzano and the Exploding Whale
5. 2006 Waterfront Blues festival