Saturday, May 10, 2025

Buzzy Carlyle - Monkeys On My Back

 Buzzy Carlyle remains in a rehab facility and has his own room at the end of a long hall next to the physical therapy rooms. It's the only patient room in that part of the facility, and was requested by his Doctor so he could play his guitar any time he wanted and not bother any other patients. The word has spread in the blues community that Buzzy's there, and he gets visitors every day, some of them musicians that played with him years ago, and some of them young acolytes wanting to get some words of wisdom.

Buzzy has become an unofficial mentor and teacher to some of the young musicians. In his last song he wondered what he could do to give back for all that's been done for him. Well, he's found out. The music advice he's giving out is free of charge, and the life advice is as well. He's especially good at advising them about drug use. He approaches it with his first hand knowledge. He lays it on the line:

You wanna do drugs? Ain't nobody gonna stop ya but yerself! Folks try to self medicate with 'em, but it don't work. Get yourself somebody you can tell yer troubles to, professional help if you need it. Damn dope and booze'll make like it's yer friend, best friend in the world, yer only friend in the world. It'll take over, do all the thinkin' fer ya, and it's a selfish bastard. Only thinks 'bout itself. Ain't one to talk religion, but if there is a damned devil in this world, it's booze and dope! Ain't seen nobody but a handful be in control of 'em. Mostly, they control YOU!
Find out what's missin' in yer life! That's what I'm doin'. Physical therapy every day, mental therapy twice a week. Get yerself real, man! I'm never gonna get outa this place what but in a body bag. Cain't hardly walk, need oxygen sometimes, on 'nough medicine to start m' own pharmacy. My best friends now are the nurses and Docs takin' care of me. And I'm lucky! Could be a hunnerd times worst! Be dead, or a goddam carrot stuck in bed with no mind left! And I'm the only reason I'm at this point. A combination of willful ignorance, stupidity, stubbornness, and self pity!But hell, I heard all that too, and I still did it. Like I said, ain't nobody gonna stop ya but yerself. I hope all this sticks in yer mind, at least in the back of it, and someday it pops to the front and you say to yerself, "Damn! That ol' Buzzy was a wise  bastard!"

His Doctor has shown up at Buzzy's recording sessions and always fills us in on how he's doing. Evidently he spends most of his time in a wheel chair or bed. Doesn't walk around very much as his legs are about shot. Bad circulation for so many years has caused nerve damage to his legs and feet, and sfter all of the surgeries and heart issues, he's rather frail. But his good days outnumber the bad, and even on days that he spends in bed his attitude remains good. And it's true what Buzzy says, he has a psychologist visit twice a week and they talk. The Doctor says that he was really worried about Buzzy after surgery as he didn't have anything left to live for. But between making recordings and has mentoring, his life has become richer than it was from the first time we recorded him last year. Back then he was sullen, said barely a word when not singing, and was generally disagreeable. Now you can't shut him up, and he's gregarious and pleasant. What a difference time can make! 

Buzzy plays a resonator guitar one of his fans brought into the facility for him. he told us he had one years  ago, and used it when he played big venues as the sound carried better and he didn't have to use an amp. He can still play it too, as we had to adjust recording levels to compensate. And his voice is still strong enough he could be heard over it!

Can’t believe how life has changed 
Took a lot to make it happen 
Got the finest care, more than I'm worth 
In gratitude, I sure won't be slackin' 
 
Got a nice home , first time in years 
I'm so lucky, I can't believe it 
Wasn't long ago tried to do myself in 
The Doctor won't have no part of it 
 
What can I do, to give back 
For all that's been done for me 
I don't know what, but I'm willin' 
Wanna help some folks get free 
 
I talked to the ones that work here 
And they tol' me I'd be a good fit 
No better one to help the others 
Somebody what's been through it 
 
Don't reckon I got brains for that 
Won't force it on one don't want it 
Just got my own shit together a bit 
What can I say? Who'd want any of it 
 
What can I do, to give back 
For all that's been done for me
 Don't have no time to waste 
Wanna help some folks get free 
 
Took me an inch from dyin' 
To git the monkeys off my back 
They was tellin' me what to do 
Sure didn't gimme any slack! 
 
 I tried to quit 'em, yes I did 
But I was weak, they was too strong
 Comes a point when they's the boss 
Ya twitch, ya jump to their song 
 
Monkeys can be beat, yes indeed 
But it might be a struggle to death
 I jest hope no one has to go through 
Comin' close to their last breath 
 
But if it comes to breathin' yer last 
When things are turnin' black 
I'll tell ya true you're better off dead 
Than have them monkeys on yer back

 

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