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norbert blei | chi town
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Dear Norbert Blei, what a surprise this early morning. My letter box was filled up with 384 pages. What else can I say……I’m eating it right now ! Thanks !
Well it’s blues in my house, from the roof to the ground,
Well it’s blus in my house, from the roof to the ground,
And it’s blues everywhere since my good women left town.
Blues in my mail-box, ’cause I cain’t get no mail,
Blues in my mail-box, ’cause I cain’t get no mail,
Says blues in my bread-box, ’cause my bread got stale.
Blues in my meal-barrel and there’s blues upon my shelf,
And there’s blues in my bed, ’cause I’m sleepin’ by myself.
Page 2 and 3 of Prologue: Chi Town Blues | Norbert Blei
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February 7th, 2012 at 7:37 pm
Good morning, what else is good is the autographed copy of Chi Town you gave me in December of “93, because, maybe like you, I miss my days in Chicago where I grew a life. That book lays on my desk these past twelve years with an index card taped to the cover that says, “STOP, think what needs to be done, Think” Every so often I open the book at random and go home. Norb, I have to go home often and ground myself.
Take care, old pal. Ray
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