...awoke to a light dusting of snow this morning and have seen the sun for only a few hours in a week's time...wondering now what the fuck was i thinking when i thought it would be a good idea to stay an extra couple of days longer than usual...perhaps something nice will happen in the next two days to justify my decision...i'm not holding my breath...
...the other two gigs we did while here were an exercise in patience and contrast...friday night we played for a delirious, celebratory crowd...the alma mater of my partner in musical crime won the state championship in football and the club was packed to the rafters with drunken catholic pigskin fans and i feared for the safety of the gear (most of it rented or borrowed, excepting my bass) so i stayed in the stage area on guard duty during all the breaks...i say "stage area" because most of the joints around here don't have actual stages, they just push some tables aside and one carves out some territory in a corner...Nanci Griffith has a song called "Working in Corners" that describes this, letter perfect...
...as we drove into Delphos that evening to set up for the show, i knew that we were in for an interesting night when i saw that the gutters along Main Street were piled knee-deep in toilet paper for blocks and blocks, white streamers of the stuff festooning power lines, traffic lights and telephone poles...people probably woke up the next morning with nary a sheet to wipe with...
...needless to say, we played as loud and hard as an acoustic duo can play and i was wishing mightily that we had our drummer and lead guitarist along for the ride...but we emerged at the end sweaty and exhausted, but undamaged...
...the second night was much more to our liking, a more mellow crowd as most of the really rowdy folks were home nursing hangovers...same town, different venue, still a packed room and people were actually listening...definitely one of the high points of the trip...except for the one inebriated woman who screamed "PLAY MARGARITAVILLE!!" after every song...that was the exercise in patience part...by the end of the night i was ready to duct tape one of my soiled socks into her pie hole...most other places on the planet would have have had a security dude happy to do the deed for me, but as you might have gathered, this place is, ummmm...to be kind, different...
...in forty-eight hours i will be on the road to the airport...it can't come quick enough...
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I have to give your "heckler" some credit, at least she wasn't screaming for "Free Bird" or AC/DC! As a fan of original live music, I feel your pain. People wonder why we formed a private music club. Every musician that has graced our stage understands why. Peace
true enough, Bluz...but unfortunately Margarita's friend was shouting "Brown Eyed Girl" between every other song...at least they weren't screaming for "Mustang Sally", which is a song that i used to enjoy before hearing it butchered by countless crappy bar bands...
...where is this private music club you speak of?...it sounds like a little slice of heaven...
Okay,
On behalf of the uneducated musical tone deaf masses
I humbly and profoundly apologize.
next time you play i promise to shout "stairway to Lima"
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Just kidding..
"Stairway to Freebird." Yeah. We'll do that. It's in our fifth set.
you guys play Stairway to Freebird as well?...small world...
...if ya really wanna piss off the crowd, try this one...play the very first and very last lines of American Pie and watch the faces go from smiles to frowns in an instant...we've actually had stuff thrown at us for this musical manuveure...
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