So here I am, 1:30am on a Saturday night – and my exciting twenty-something life finds me on the couch, making a blog entry. I should be savoring my last moments of freedom before I am off for what will likely be 3 ½ weeks of work in Texas. I am spent after the effort it took to have my first show with my band in 2 months. In ‘band mode’ I can not be mean and say what is going through my head to the drunken idiot who slurs some compliment to me. These things are even harder when you are in a funk.
Case in point, as I am leaving the bar, someone raps on the window of my car to let me know I did a great job playing the flute. I let him know I don’t play the flute…Says the drunk guy “wasn’t that you in the back playing the flute” (ironically, in our set the song that includes the flute sound on the keys was not in the set tonight). I said – “no, I play the keyboards.” He said, “what was that thing in front of you”…Um… drunk guy - it was a MICROPHONE….I might seriously need to contemplate my contribution to the band if someone thinks I was playing the flute…
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