art by the bay concert

August 10th, 2008

A lot of folks envy artists.  They wish they could drag an easel down to the beach, set up an umbrella, sip a tall cool drink, maybe capture the sunset sparkle off patterned waves.  Commune with nature and that sweet inner child they think lives in pre-pubescent bliss back there in the basement of their brain.
 

    Us musicians know better.  We drag an instrument down to some dark tavern and play to folks who’d rather be watching big screen TV.  We guzzle chep beer and 2^nd hand smoke and try to play over the din and dreariness.  And that inner child?  Lemme tell ya, he’s a pissed off kid following behind you like a punk with a stick dragging on a picket fence.  Keep your nerves forever on edge.
 

     This next song, listen for the stick raking that fence. 

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