I’ve got the dreadfeels this morning. Last night’s open mic felt like a good warm room, but the protest songs were thick and on the one hand that made me feel good – we’ve got a room full of people that can express those feelings (and express them remarkably intelligently) but on the other hand it sure makes me feel bad about the tiny audience right now. Here’s music that SHOULD be heard, the should be paid attention to – but it’s not really getting the ears and eyes and hearts that it deserves.
I’ve got a moment of peace this morning. Beautiful things have been mine to treasure over the past week or so. The Botanical Gardens and the Ani and Indigo Girls show – running a tabla and harmonium performance for FocusMusic last Thursday. But the bad news comes in. Friends catching COVID. Not-friends catching COVID. People doing stupid things with “personal cocktails” to recover or taking that damned dewormer because they read somewhere that it’d help.
I can only hear one distant siren and the rest of the morning is crickets and refrigerator hum. Tonight’s gig is probably going to be rained indoors. Thursday’s gig is going to be indoors. Saturday’s gig is in crisis because the sound crew caught COVID because they played indoors. Starting Sunday things slow down. Wish Congress would take note.
Hey Congresspeeps, you useless cowards you, I’m having a really stressful week. The world’s generally not doing that much better. Could you all perhaps get your fucking act together, do your jobs and maybe not add to it all?