Introduction

Hello.
My name is Albert McVeigh. I go by my stage name of Blind Albert McVeigh. I am not really blind -- well not legally blind. I used to be called Half-Blind Albert McVeigh but folks usually just scratched their heads like they didn't get it.

I am not really blind -- I am nearly blind. Nearly Blind Albert, maybe 'Most Blind Albert. Caint See Al., are other names I have tried throughout the years. I even considered going by just plain Albert McVeigh but I figured I needed an angle.

Anyway, I am a blues man.

I come about the blues honest. I am poor. I am black. I spent time in prison. I been divorced. I have infrequent bowel movements related to a fear I have of staying on the commode too long.

I went to a psychologist and he said I as an INTP. Explains everything right? Now you know why I sing the blues.

I write a lot of my own material. I write about my life. I write about my loves, my frustrations, my bad luck with money. I hope to share some of my stuff on this blog: I hope you will like it.

Here is a song I wrote a few years ago while in prison called "Mystery Meat Blues". Standard 12 bar blues.


Mystery Meat Blues

I tell all you women that I can't mess around
I tell all you women that I can't mess around
Sho 'nuff hard to handle what I'm putting down

Yo' man's just like a rattler a slimy diamond back
Yo' man's just like a rattler with a shiny diamond back
But I'm working with a python that's a sho nuff natural fact.

Solo

Pay no mind to old Lucy. No mind to what she said
Pay no mind to old Lucy. No mind to what she said
Calling me Vienna sausage man. The girl done bumped her head.

So if you looking for a new man. Maybe I got what you need.
If you looking for a new man. I got just what you need.
Why don't you come with me to dinner, taste my Mystery Meat.


solo, end.