People often wonder what inspires a poet or song writer. While on tour and doing a show in Houston, Jim Morrison and the band had a day’s layover and decided to take a drive through the coastal bayou country. The sunset was stunning, and the rest is history . . .
Herby always hummed as he worked in the yard, sometimes one of Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos–say, #6 in B flat–or Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five”, or the Rolling Stones’ “Harlem Shuffle”. For some reason, he just couldn’t get Jim Morrison and the Doors’ “Come On Baby, Light My Fire” out of his head tonight . . .
As Bubba burned the scraps from his recent remodel and, the truth be told, from his adult kids’ trash they were too cheap to take to the land fill, he just couldn’t help himself from belting out his somewhat unsophisticated version of the Jim Morrison/Doors favorite “Come On Baby, Light My Fire . . .” As the fire settled down to embers, he switched to Peggy Lee’s “Fever”. “What a lovely way to burn. . . “
