Rolin rollin rollin

Three gigs in a row last week: bang bang bang. Thursday I wisely skipped work at day job, University tutoring ESL, to rest up for my marathon. That evening I played in a small park to maybe a dozen or two, in and out, eating, playing with kiddies, on the lawn in a small park on the corner of Main Street in Newark. Some coworkers, among them a terrific guitarist friend and retired Math prof Michael Brooke and our young resident poet genius, who was schooled by my old football coach of the National Champ undefeated 1963 Blue Hens that ‘Yes, Crabmeat did pay football for UD.” Jimmy Flynn is funny—he first told Jeremy that I was a much better center than a singer; then later reversed his field and told him the opposite. A raconteur, dat guy.
 
Friday I rested until time to go to New Castle, where I reunited with the band, who did a KILLER job at Separation Day in the park behind the old City Hall. Both these gigs paid well, and it was about as much fun as the band has had. Charles in particular was getting off playing guitar and we had some spirited exchanges. My vocals, as has become a problem, were not loud enough.
 
This leads to me singing too hard. Overtaxing the pipes can, of course lose your voice for you; but seems to have been good exercise, since the next night I gave a never-better performance of 100% originals to a small gathering at Cheltenham, PA’s, White Pine palace. Chuck Kuzminsky had been booked to play with me in Newark, but he came down with a hernia, so luckily Crabcake and Jeremy helped me haul in the 92 degree heat. Then New castle I thought Charles looked pretty drained at the end in the same heat wave. What’s more, we’re not used to it—temps were in the 60s last week, and Janice looked like beet when she cut the grass.
 
A sweet surprise—I’d emailed McGiffin to not worry about hitting the gig in Cheltenham—a 2 ½ hours drag from Dover. BUT he shows up, having been at a family wedding 20 minutes away, and of course he had Kathy with him, too! So we had her lovely company and Jim played out of his gourd, finishing up with lots of thumpy standup acoustic bass on the Vegetable song—enough that I could even popped in some lead single-string. Gotta close now since there are black thunderheads on the way from MD! Our power went out last night for the first time this thunder season.
 
What a nice few days. Made money, too. Reminds me of what it is like to just play music. My hands were killing me on the drive to the gig Saturday, but when we started I just talked my way confidently thru, like a chat with a friend, only they listened and didn’t say anything.

2 comments

  • Wendy B

    Wendy B Newark

    Bacon kittens?

    Bacon kittens?

  • CRABMEAT Thompson

    CRABMEAT Thompson

    Kitten bacon! Cats in the subway, under the rails.

    Kitten bacon! Cats in the subway, under the rails.

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