Yes I Am One

Yes I am the weekend warrior 

Mangy stratcat, ad hoc jammer

Ripped jeans and a Stratocaster

In the lights I’m a mutharocker 

All week long I’ll earn my wages

Reports and meetings and hefty ledgers

Passions later. Make a living first

A shave and tie and I’m all business

But I am the weekend warrior

Mangy stratcat, ready jammer

Call me up if you need a number

I fill the bits you can’t remember

I’m polite in all the right circles

Nice and clean to all the right girls

Until I plug into a stack of Marshalls

I am a transient through different worlds

Yes I am the weekend warrior 

Mangy stratcat, tireless jammer

Plug the jack, cue the monitor 

Shut your face I’m all you’ll hear

I’ll be a friend. I’ll be a dear 

If there’s a problem I’ll lend an ear

But Thank God Friday I’m outta here

You can’t hold down a weekend warrior

14 To 59

This painting sums up three things that’s stayed with me since I was 14. The Rolling Stones. The Stratocaster. And my fascination with art. As to why 14? Well. I discovered rock n’ roll prior to. But at 14 I felt like I “got” The Stones.

No. I do not have a Micawber-like Telecaster. And I’ve painted in 6-strings instead of just 5.

I’d wake up to Brown Sugar

Lazy boned but full of swagger

See Keith Richards in the corner

Wearing a pair of blacken mirror

Take my attitude for the day 

Not a rat’s ass to what they say

Just five strings and I’m ready to play

Turn the screws to open A

Jumping Jack Flash is a way I feel

Through crossfire hurricane thunders peel

But I see my feet and I know its real

But it’s alright, cos it’s Jagger’s will

Don’t know a world without the Stones

A restless comfort I’ve always known

Like an e-string left to drone

Paint it black to the bone