I
had a gig yesterday playing bass. It had been some time since my last gig, and
my fingers didn’t take well to it. I acquired a blood blister on my index
finger. It looks like a red football shaped birthmark.
After
the gig I went out and sang a couple of songs at an open mic. I sang a Sixto
Rodriquez song, Crucify Your Mind, and one of my songs, Things Have Gone and
Changed. I brought my rack, and played harmonica to fill the space on Things
Have Gone and Changed. It went over pretty well considering the audience had no
familiarity with the songs.
I
drove to my Thursday hang at the Dresden Room after that. I got into a
discussion about politics and road rage. There’s not much difference between
the two. They both excite anger, and involve pompous moralizing. I’m right your
wrong kind of thing. How can we both be right, and both be wrong. It doesn’t
make any sense. I’m not sure why I even care to talk about it. We pick a team
and we stick to it. I couldn’t help but gloat about my team’s victory. My republican
and libertarian friends were pissed. I could see the emotions stirring deep
inside them. I think if we were driving they would have flipped me the
finger.
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