Sunday, June 3, 2018

But Tuesday's Just as Bad

Playing Stormy Monday on an instrument
intended for Puff, the Magic Dragon.

This is the only known picture representing my brief but furtive professional musical career, which took place in its entirety in a single evening at the Black Dog Coffeehouse somewhere in the bowels of Kansas, during which I played the goofy 12-string guitar you see pictured here. (That's me on the right.) It must be noted that I made no mistakes, and also that no money was involved, except at the end of the set when I got a cup of coffee and they charged me for it.

I paid for the coffee, but I did not put a tip in the jar.

For this gig, we called ourselves the Square Waves.  That was mine.

My son was there--that was the whole point, a father-son band, as you can see with the front man there and his son, the bass player--but my son was not in the picture. Well, not exactly. He is being eclipsed in this shot by the front man, Detroy. Hence the term front man, I guess.

We played for about 45 minutes--all covers, of course--and I did not sing. The most challenging piece was our rendition of Stormy Monday, I thought. Detroy gave me the chords, and I listened to the Allman Brothers Band track about 20 times, and made my own part on the 12 string. It was all a lot of fun.

 Did we suck?  Oh yeah. Not as bad as the free-form jazz combo with the Pakistani drummer and bass player, but that's another story. Or, actually, no--I'm never going to talk about that.

3 comments:

  1. A 12-string guitar! I played violin when I was a girl and four strings were all I could handle. Of course, I didn't have the option of drinking coffee back then, so maybe your cup of java is the trick to conquering all those strings. Glad that you *forgot* to tip. Honestly, they wouldn't even give you a cup of coffee?!

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  2. Apples oranges. On a 12 string guitar, 6 of the strings are just along for the ride and you don't have to think about them. Plus, I'm aware of how difficult it is to make a musical sound come out of a violin. As is my cat who I felt was certain there was some kind of demon mouse in the little wooden box I was holding under my chin.

    I'm not sure about the payment for the coffee. I thought of saying, "I'm with the band," then thought better of it.

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