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Open mic nights

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Aparantly, an open mic in Sun City means that everyone can plug in and play along with anyone else.

Listen here, Buster. It’s hard enough for professionals to play along with me. How the hell can someone with experience in strictly old country, folk, and bluegrass (the adjective operates here on all three nouns) play along with music that doesn’t fit any of those genres? Hear this now: open mics mean you can have your slots. Play all night, I don’t care. I even enjoy it. When I get on stage to play my set, however, you’d better be getting paid by me to play along with me on stuff that you’ve rehearsed and are playing for me. Sorry, I had to rant. It was quite frustrating, seeing a crowd that was ready for me to play, a crowd that I could own, complaining to me that I couldn’t get after it. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an open mic. I enjoy seeing the other players, guys who I genually like, perform. But playing along with me to songs they’ve never heard just doesn’t work.

Sorry, I had to rant a little more.

Rick gave me record pay and the 15th of May. Looking forward to it already.

I saw Kathy Cox again for the first time in a long time. She taught me music in Jr. High and High School. I miss those times. It was awesome to see Wes Norman and Jeff Peters again. It’d been quite a while. Thanks to everyone who hung in there until 3:00am (read: wouldn’t allow me to get off the stage until 3:00am). It really felt good.

Well, it’s going to be a wild week. Martini’s on Wednesday, Bobby T’s on Thursday, going to watch Wade Bowen in Hays on Friday, and then I get to play the Wilmore Opry in, well, Wilmore on Saturday.

Until next time.