They brought in a DJ at the Blues Club
Blues Club
They took the Hammond B3 off the stage
(It’s in the room with slot machines, now, covered with blankets)
The young sound technicians like Metal
So when the band does play, it’s all
Kick drum, boom—boom boom—boom
(They boost the drum sound)
No soul, no balance, no guitar,
Boom—boom boom—boom
(They boost the drum sound)
You can’t tell them anything
I’ve lost this one
We’ve lost this one
The owner died
The stakeholders hired a young
Cub manager who knows nothing about
Music
Operations manager for a legendary Blues Club
Money
And I watch the young displace
Me in this place
The Metal festival on farmland that the soundman produces
“Is like Woodstock,” a young girl said
“Only real music,” he said
And there’s an end to
A historic Blues Club
It’s the story of generations
When I was young
Hendrix
Displaced Bing, Sinatra, Dean Martin
Tragic loss, my parents must have thought
Free love
Woodstock
What’s the world coming to, they must have thought
And I think that, now
I’m not ready to let go the reins
And hand the world, my world, over
To the young and
Their ways
I’m not ready to let go the reins
Of this world
This life, my life
Though there is the hope of
My room in His mansion
That where He is, I may be
Eternity
The reins of life, this life, my life
I am not ready to let go
The story of generations
David Fekete 