two outta three ain’t good or the first stop was the bestest
so I went to see a casual friend at his gig and the second thing he said to me when I walked in the door was “Did ya bring yer guitar?” That means a lot even now–wish I HAD brought it, but who knew he was gonna ask?…he shared the bill with another casual acquaintance; he did all originals, she did three or four covers…
then I went to see a band that does mostly originals…stayed about 45 minutes…felt nearly invisible, in spite of the presence of a friend of mine (who was the reason I went in the first place) and an enemy of mine…
the last stop was a bit disappointing too…the band leader offered me a standing invitation to join in vocally, but the Bass player (who’s mic I would theoretically have used) was not at all open to the idea…I guess sometimes *I* am the one with the needy ego…
some other friends of mine (if I have any) are playing tonight but I’m hoping to stay in…and as good as they are, I prolly won’t be seeing the Harry Traynham Band anytime soon…