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I seem to be getting worse and worse and this whole website thing. I’m trying to avoid the ugly blog word. Perhaps I should call this a bsite. Get it? Blog comes from weblog so ipso facto you get BSite. Did you catch that? I slipped in BS by capitalizing just those two letters and not the others. Was it too subliminal for you?
Since we last talked I went to Sarasota for a wedding. The actual wedding was not my cup of tea. The rehearsal dinner and reception were nice…in terms of food. It was nice to be back considering I lived there for about 8 years and hadn’t been back in about 5 years. I wound up driving around a fair amount. It’s changed a bit I suppose. I was definitely reminded a lot of my hilarious middle school and high school years. It’s probably best that I no longer live there for many reasons. I also got to catch up with an old friend and bandmate. It’s great how you can just fall into old routines after 7 years.
A couple of weeks ago MPF had a show in Philly. It was only our second official show outside of the open mics we’ve been playing and it blessed us with a bunch of stories to take home. I’ll give you a couple for now. After we showed up to The Raven Lounge and start loading our equipment in a man came up to us with a mighty concerned look on his face. He was practically flipping out and saying that we were supposed to start at 8pm so that we wouldn’t interfere with a holiday party for some magazine that was taking place that night. We told him numerous times that we had confirmed a 9pm start time for our set with the promoter and that we had proof in the form of e-mail on our phones. He said that we was the owner of the “lounge” and was going to have to call the promoter to find out what happened and blah blah blah. As I heard this wacko go on and on something clicked in my borderline genius mind. (Kidding. My IQ is only 786.) I said, “There’s no drums.” That was all it took. After that he really didn’t care what we did as long as we were done by a certain time. This fool was just worried that we were going to be loud and obnoxious blues rock like most of the annoying, loud and obnoxious blues rock bands out there. So the lesson there is try to get inside of the mind of the people who will ultimately decide whether you get to play or not. Oh yeah and also don’t be a loud, annoying, boring, dime a dozen, Fender Telecaster wielding, cowboy hat wearing obnoxious blues band.
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I also got invited to be a part of photograph. Some guy just pulled me into a huddle with some ladies and I had to wait for the woman behind the camera to figure out what she was doing. Afterwards one of the ladies asked me to “bless” her. That was definitely a first for me. I did a bunch of waving my hands around until seemed satisfied and then we high fived. If any of you are somehow reading this I’d love to see that picture.
Something eerie going on here.
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