I had a fantastic time at last night's open mic at B.B. Rovers. The audience loved my stuff, and thankfully, I didn't have to follow Mike Why. (This guy was incredible!)
Later in the evening, David Dunn and I took an extra turn on stage, and I got to perform "Tumbling Tumbleweeds," and dedicate it to my dad. The song itself has an unusual chord progression, and I probably need a little more practice to get it to sound like I want, but it's getting there.
Speaking of my dad, while swapping stories with David and Danny Fast-Fingers, I recalled how my dad came to see the Drinks on the House "Fan Appreciation Show" at the Jam Station, a large rehearsal studio facility with a nice stage area for showcase performances.
A group of younger musicians saw David Harbaugh help my dad out of the back of my mom's big Buick. Dad wasn't moving very well that day, and he was wearing some very old-fashion looking sunglasses. One of the young players asked of nobody in particular, "Who is that?"
From behind him I responded, "Have you ever heard of Blind Charlie Dee? Well, that's him. He was one of the top blues men of the 1950s. Played with all the greats."
I kept up the charade all night with that guy. I told him things like, "Don't ask him to play; his arthritis is too much for him these days," and "No, he's not really blind; he got the nickname from the way he kept his eyes closed while he played."
Dad never knew what I was doing. He only knew that "some nice young man" shook his hand later and told him it was a pleasure to meet him.
Later in the evening, David Dunn and I took an extra turn on stage, and I got to perform "Tumbling Tumbleweeds," and dedicate it to my dad. The song itself has an unusual chord progression, and I probably need a little more practice to get it to sound like I want, but it's getting there.
Speaking of my dad, while swapping stories with David and Danny Fast-Fingers, I recalled how my dad came to see the Drinks on the House "Fan Appreciation Show" at the Jam Station, a large rehearsal studio facility with a nice stage area for showcase performances.
A group of younger musicians saw David Harbaugh help my dad out of the back of my mom's big Buick. Dad wasn't moving very well that day, and he was wearing some very old-fashion looking sunglasses. One of the young players asked of nobody in particular, "Who is that?"
From behind him I responded, "Have you ever heard of Blind Charlie Dee? Well, that's him. He was one of the top blues men of the 1950s. Played with all the greats."
I kept up the charade all night with that guy. I told him things like, "Don't ask him to play; his arthritis is too much for him these days," and "No, he's not really blind; he got the nickname from the way he kept his eyes closed while he played."
Dad never knew what I was doing. He only knew that "some nice young man" shook his hand later and told him it was a pleasure to meet him.
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