Big Joe, Little Toe

Well Big Joe, Little Toe had a drop-in, drop out, far out canyon cafe with the magnificent minions of mistletoe opinions. Life is rough when you voice is gruff and the world is someone's oyster on the run. A far flung, highly strung, well hung guitar was dancing in the kitchen. Big Joe, potato peeler, rocking reeler, paying his dues, singin' them blues down the hypotenuse. Things were just alright or never right or a half turn left or just plain wrong. Nonetheless he just carried on playing...

Text by Trev Teasdel