So Steve Earle here. We- John Henry and I
bailed out and went to Tennessee after
COAL COUNTRY closed and the schools
closed and my gym closed and and then we
just finally bailed out and headed south.
But we're, you know, people aren't moving
around too much here either and we're
kind of holed up in the house and just
kind of doing what we can to keep you
know the first thing that shut down in
New York City was the culture. Do you
realize that? And then the rest of it
sort of died off from there and and you
know so we need to try to get that
started back up before anything else I
think. Anything that we can. We have a lot
of technology to do that now, so this is
our little contribution - this is sonnet
29 also known as Edward de Vere's
"Coronavirus Blues."
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and this man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Wash your hands a lot.
