Insomnia. It was only a matter of time before it had its way with my head again. I was lying awake, staring at the insides of my eyeballs, trying to remember how to make it all just fade away to morning.
I know that one of the worst things you can do while trying to fall asleep is to turn on your computer, but it’s 3am so I can’t play guitar, I don’t have anything that I feel like reading and I hate that lonesome feeling of the minutes just trickling away, being wasted.
Acacia Sears featuring at Java Mammas with Rowan Corbett on percussion. I have to make sure she comes out every once in a while so I can keep track of her hair. I tried her out on my new microphone and I was very, very pleased. Yay Audio Technica! Yay Acacia! Acacia Sears. Cute as a button. But ravenous. She ate the whole thing.
Tonight was open mic night – and I was surprised and pleased that Java Mammas had shoveled out so quickly. This winter will Live long in infamy as Snowmageddon 010. Many a gig died a swift death under the onslaught of the blizzards, and I was kind of proud to be able to field a show so soon after the zero visibility and zero mobility of the days before.
Meeting up with my friends and being able to play to an audience was unfortunately countered by having a particularly off night. Lots of words escaped me, even a couple of chords – I was pretty embarrassed – but sahffi was our featured artist and that was going to pretty humbling from the get go. She’s simply such a marvelous performer – so powerful, passionate, talented, beautiful… I haven’t had the opportunity to watch her perform solo for quite some time.
As always, I’m proud to show off my talented friends to my other talented friends. I was sad that there wasn’t a larger audience, but the night turned into something really special. More of a jam session than the usual open mic ever could (or should) be – with Sticky Mulligan adding some really nice tenor banjo to a good number of tunes as well as some marvelous whistling (!). It’s just my lament that we didn’t have a room mic tonight because the people who were tuned into the webcast couldn’t hear all the other sounds, the other harmonies, the hand percussion – all the wonderful little additions th the surrounding audience was throwing in.
It was a good night. Unfortunately for my brain though, it was more exciting than exhausting.
Insomnia, insomnia, insomnia… I once met a girl named Insomnia… and stayed up ALLLLL night with her….
Backstage at the BlackRock Arts Center. Hopefully I’ll be getting a lot more photographs of the night from friends – the space was absolutely beautiful. It was kind of funny to have all these lights and mirrors and to not get to do my hair or anything. Joining us is Rick Callender of Chapter Three. He is a frequenter of House of Musical Traditions and a fellow evil-genius in need of guidance. My lair was done before his, but it sounds like his might be a little better thought out. Rockin’ out for Haiti… crazy that in the initial iteration of the Journal there’s like… NOTHING about this?
