open mic

I guess this is the final version of the log. The news modules were never really used much on the front page. News can be put up manually with the bio and the remainder of the front page. After advice from Rob, it seems I will not be using Blogger’s service. I was a member for less than 24 hours and it was buggier than Kentucky ditch weed.

My scanner sucks…mainly because I’m only giving it 12 volts when it should have 15. You can see the quality in the pictures from last Tuesday’s Fat’s open mic. Liz took the pictures and I thank her for letting me borrow them. Good shots of Barry, Burgess and me.

Well, enough writing while on the clock.

“This is cooking with Kenny…”–Pete, in Stillwater, OK, at 3:00am, while cooking bacon and eggs.

I think I still have something. After failing badly on Saturday opening for Trevor, I came out and tore up Guitar Town and nailed the brand new third verse to “200 Miles Away”. I also had a request for, believe it or not, “Doldrums” tonight. I never thought that would happen. All this happened after the worst auction in a long time. We sold 650 lots in 4 1/2 hours. It was a bunch of auctioneers and ringman dancing over a 100 bidder flame. Alan, bless his heart, picked this night to demonstrate how valuable he thought he wasn’t during the auction. We sold most of what we had for a good price, which, in the end, is what every auctioneer strives to do. It wasn’t easy doing it, though, and the two…count them, two…computer failures during the night didn’t make my life any easier. It was so bad that when I was offered time on the stand I refused because I was so tired and jaded. I’m glad I had the open mic to ease my spirits…Oh, by the way, I played for what supposedly was a Capitol Records representative tonight. He had someone with him who played a Ryan Adams song better than Ryan himself played it. I was quite impresesd.

I’m sorry to anyone who thought I was going to Gumby’s as intermittently advertised. I went to Bobby T’s due to Jed and Chrisi’s insistence. I almost miss the days that I was assigned five songs and could only perform those and was forced to get off stage. Tonight I played 17 songs. Half of the alcohol I consumed was paid for by other people. That’s nice, but I wish I could be forewarned when I have to finish the night…with over an hour of time to go. Maybe it’s just that facet of me that has to look pessimistically on a good thing. Anyway, I think this is the last time that I set a goal for myself that I will play all four open mic nights in Manhattan. It was a good experience, but I think I will limit myself to two nights a week.