On Feb 29, 7:12 am, Jerry Dallal <gdal...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> Lyle Lofgren wrote:
> > Suppose you're playing and/or singing in public, and, just as the last
> > notes re-echo to your ears, God calls you home (painlessly, of
> > course), so after that, people will say that you "keeled over right
> > after fini****ng X", where X = the answer to my question.
>
> > Lyle
>
> I've thought about this and, every time I'm about to answer, it dawns on
> me that God's a busy guy/gal at the moment and doesn't have a lot of
> time to spend on me (although I don't feel ignored!). It struck me that
> supposed God was thinking, "Gee, there's ol' Jer there. He's been good
> lately. I wonder if there's anything he really wants... [Yes, I realize
> s/he's all knowing.]" And God sees this post...
>
> So, I realized that if I were to fill in X, I'd never dare play it
> again, at least, not unless I were looking for a One Way Ticket To The
> Sky. So, Lyle, if we ever have the good fortune to cross paths,
> *please* don't play "The Georgia Hobo", at least not the Cofer Brothers'
> version! :-)
>
> --Jerry
I had a friend who recommended putting money in a parking meter when
you pass one by, on the basis that the probability of dying while you
have unexpired parking meter time is very low. Alas, he's gone now.
When he was dying of heart failure, he resisted going to the hospital,
because, he said, so many people die there (I'm not making this up!).
If God is paying that close attention, s/he will pay even closer
attention, and understand that singing a song or playing a tune that
you want to be remembered for isn't the same thing as a death wish.
Our band has performed "Georgia Hobo" many times (it's even on our
"Going Nowhere Fast" CD), and as far as we know, no animal, plant or
mineral has been harmed during these events.
But if you truly believe It'd be dangerous to have me sing it, be sure
to identify yourself if we ever meet -- sort of like telling people
about a life-threatening allergy to peanuts.
Lyle
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