{"id":111,"date":"2006-01-03T00:13:00","date_gmt":"2006-01-03T00:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=111"},"modified":"2015-11-01T23:13:42","modified_gmt":"2015-11-02T07:13:42","slug":"13th-bar-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/01\/03\/13th-bar-blues\/","title":{"rendered":"13th Bar Blues"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"13th<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

O<\/span>kay… we’re in a groove. Sin, dissolution, degradation. We’re starting the year off right.<\/span><\/p>\n

I try to present the lighter side<\/span> of drunken depravity here, though, with a jauntily sloppy blues. (I realize the description of an AYoS song as “sloppy” is an exercise in redundancy — but I couldn’t figure any other way to get ‘jaunty’ in there.)<\/p>\n

Me, I was a happy drunk. And a very, very lucky one. Of course, when I was coming up, there was a lot more tolerance of drunks. It scared me a bit, even then — or it should have. I’d snuck under the radar so much and had so many lucky breaks that I could feel it in my gut that I didn’t have any more coming. For awhile I drank at home. But for someone used to being out and carousing 6 nights out of 7, my dull groove of beer and television just provoked more drinking. One night about 11:25, watching a Cheers rerun and opening my twelfth beer that day, I bottomed out. I wasn’t particularly drunk. I was just tired. Tired of drinking. (And tired of Cheers reruns. My gosh.)<\/p>\n\n

Thirteenth Bar Blues<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

It was the thirteenth day
\nof the thirteenth month
\nThe clock on the wall
\nstruck 13 o’clock
\nIt was the thirteenth bar
\non the thirteenth block
\nI had me twelve beers
\nand ordered one more for luck<\/p>\n

13th bar blues…<\/span><\/p>\n

Thirteen nightsticks
\nand thirteen cops
\nthirteen minutes
\nof gettin’ beat up
\n13 bones broke
\nin 13 ways
\nthe judge said
\nSon, I’ll give you 13 hundred Dollars
\nor 13 days…<\/p>\n

13th bar blues…<\/span><\/p>\n

Sept 1, 1991
\n(C) 1991 TK MAJOR<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 Okay… we’re in a groove. Sin, dissolution, degradation. We’re starting the year off right. I try to present the lighter side of drunken depravity here, though, with a jauntily sloppy blues. (I realize the description of an AYoS song as “sloppy” is an exercise in redundancy — but I couldn’t figure any other way […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340],"tags":[713,621,705,976],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2215,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111\/revisions\/2215"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}