Bobby Jameson

A written history of Bobby Jameson and his search through the past. Working my way back through the jungle of drug addiction and booze. My family life as a kid was the breeding ground for addicts. No self worth, no help, and one chance to get out alive. Music was the horse I rode out on...and the music business was the horse I rode into hell. Pronounced dead twice from drug over doses, I lived to tell how the pursuit of fame is as deadly as any narcotic I have ever used.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

CANVAS OF OUR DREAMS

I painted with Vincent beneath the moaning
windmill on the Dutch plain...

We drank wine and feasted on fresh bread
and sweet cheese...

We colored the sky in brilliant blue and
scrolled white clouds across the canvas
of our dreams...

We laughed and spoke of
nights in Paris...

Bobby Jameson Oct 11, 2011

2 comments:

whiterayOctober 20, 2011 at 5:36 PM
Nicely done, Bobby. Makes me feel as if I had been there, too.
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Tim McMullenOctober 23, 2011 at 3:51 PM
This is a really fun departure. Nice to see other inspirations strike and get heeded.
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