Killing time. Working our way through the day till our bar gig and then playing the bar gig. I hate the idea of killing time, but sometimes you just run out of things that are practical to do – or you run out of the attention span required and the wherewithal to accomplish the things you still NEED to do.
Above – March 4th at Teavolve. A great night with just the right amount of performers so I myself could jam with friends! Below – William Chrapcynski caught me playing with the MEGAVOICED Michele McTierney (who we were just talking about seeing with her band Sans Peur)
Today my head’s not entirely been in the game. When approached by a familiar face on the street I can’t place him, but he raves about my guitar playing. It’s not until AFTER we go our separate ways that I peg him as the guy I’d sort of nabbed a version of “Heard It Through The Grapevine” from at Music Cafe last week or so – and it’s not until MUCH later that I realize “duh, I should’ve invited him to the bar tonight so he could hear what we REALLY do”… not that Firestone’s is an ideal listening environment…
It’s okay. We’ve had a beautiful day, mostly wandering Frederick, MD after Heather perpetrated some wedding-related business that required meeting strange men in her brother’s yard. Once we were done with that we practiced for a little while (not wanting to unpack the car, we availed ourselves upon her brother’s guitar and some choice kitchen implements) and then came up to Frederick to shop-wander and street-wander and snack. After a couple of hours walking from shop to shop to shop – we were looking for stuff for Heather but somehow I was the one who found stuff to buy – we’ve settled into a coffee shop with drinks that are a little too sweet and fellow patrons that are a little too invasive. A guy leans over and asks :
- do you have a dog?
- have you ever had a dog?
- do you have anything I can eat?
- can I check my email on your computer?
Fortunately, it just takes a little listening and a little patience for him to eventually leave us alone – I’m sorry to hear his tale of woe about his OWN dog that died some time ago – but we’ve got work to do and we’re not interested in chatting / supporting / letting anyone touch our computers.
Over the course of the evening we’ve heard MULTIPLE stories that had the line “so then I took out my boob…” from various other parties… a lengthy explanation of EDM vs techno vs dubstep – and at least one audible “squee”. We did some calendar work, some booking work, musical clerical crap (hush D&D peeps, yes – we are bards that do cleric stuff – it’s not THAT kind of cleric stuff!) and now… as above… it’s just time to slay some time.
In other news, it’s the beginning of Lent – which means I’ve now been wearing non-matching socks for 30 years. I can’t stick to MUCH – but THIS – I have accomplished!
