Before I got sick, I agreed to my first coffee house gig, obligingly arranged by my dear friend, Malcolm Tent, and began to practice extra hard, and even learned some new songs. Good thing I put in all that extra practice time when I could, because the bronchitis made it impossible for close to a week. I was beginning to be afraid I would have to cancel, and miss my debut completely. Without a timely course of steroids, I would not have been able to perform at all, and I would probably still be in bed, deathly sick.
As it turned out, I did recover enough to perform, and really enjoyed it, though I was not at the very best I could have been. And that's just the way it goes sometimes. People are not machines, and one learns to work with whatever system that happens to be up and running on any given day. C'est la vie. Malcolm was satisfied, and so was I, overall. The small, select audience dug it, too.
Here are some pictures.
Our good friends, Chris, Cheryl, and Steffi drove over two hours to come and see me play for 45 minutes.
"Mad Angel" singing loud and proud.
Then excellent Palomine Malcolm Tent took over.
Mal spins an amusing yarn regarding, if I recall correctly, a song originally by Anti-Seen, "Animals - Eat Them!"
This is especially funny coming from a man who has been a vegan for YEARS.
After the show, me and my pal. Without his vote of confidence, it would have taken me a lot longer to get to this point.
Will I do this again? I think so. Now that the ice is broken, it should be easier the next time around.
Want to see some of what happened? I'll be updating my video playlist from the gig on You Tube as time permits.
Want to see some of what happened? I'll be updating my video playlist from the gig on You Tube as time permits.
