Saturday morning I met Travalon for coffee, then we spent the early part of the afternoon at the local zoo. It is a very nice zoo, especially considering that it is completely free. I couldn’t get the black swan to say “Hello” this time (like it sometimes does), the flamingos were sleeping instead of dancing, and the red panda was nowhere to be found, but otherwise it was a lot of fun. We had lunch outside at the ZuZu CafĂ© because it was such a beautiful day.
Then I drove with most of my bandmates to Beloit for a gig.
We had to learn a new repertoire for this gig because it was an English country
dance session, like what would have been done in Jane Austen’s time. Many of
the songs were in G or D, so no problem there, but there were a few in keys we
don’t usually play in, like B minor and B flat major. I had gotten together
with Hardingfele and practiced the music, since I was unable to make it to band
practice, and things seemed to go fine. During the actual gig, we spent a lot
of time sitting around while the caller (who was from Iowa) taught the dance
moves to the participants, who were mostly college girls. Then we had to play
each song about a million times in a row. Because the dance moves were so
complicated, it took the caller longer to teach them than she must have
expected, because she cut several dances out of the program. Of course, they
were all songs in G; the ones in the harder keys stayed on the list. There was
one song where the chords changed every beat, so I gave up and played harmony
on that one. Hardingfele had mentioned there was a hip hop bar in Beloit that
we could go to afterwards, but it was well after 10 and we just headed home. I
did have to miss Catzooks’s boyfriend’s birthday party for this gig, but it was
fun, and I did get paid. Nothing like getting tens of dollars for a gig to make
one feel like a real musician!
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And Mr. Hardingfele, let's actually call him Mr. Fingerstyle, the guitarist, spent most of the gig looking at the hot college girls. There were only 5 guys for about 50 girls. All I can say is that I would rather be playing than dancing.
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