The thing about open mic is that it is a good training ground for learning to fail gracefully. Here I pay tribute to Jay Russell, a dearly departed bandmate from yesteryear, by unsuccessfully muddling through The Pledge. However, my inability to complete the song did not surprise me: I had only learned it the day before, and practiced it a handful of times. I learned firsthand that the concept of “turning failure into success” is real. Interestingly, the fellow directly in front of me immediately embraced the chorus, “I pledge allegiance to cigarettes and booze,” as though it were a song he has stumbled down the sidewalk blurting at 2:17 am several times, despite having only heard it this very night.
Also, in a performance situation, having an old standby like Chinese Buffet to cap off the performance in a positive way is an excellent arrow to have in my quiver of performance strategy. Also featured: Spam.
Great night, lightly attended by excellent people. We did a second round, so here I am performing 6 songs. For the second set, I indulged myself by singing a vulgar song that–as my pal and would-be manager, Geoff, observed–has the structure of a children’s song. Hopefully children will not sing it.*
* Incidentally, the aforementioned vulgar tune was inspired by a recent visit to Gettysburg, which is documented at:
I finally got a chance to perform the songs I had planned for Independence Day. This set features a few never-before-performed originals: Penniless Adventure, Freedom Is In, American Dream; and, I couldn’t resist putting a bow on things with Chinese Buffet. I’ve realized I enjoy performing on guitar more than piano, but I’ll definitely dive back into pounding the 88s from time to time, especially if I can back a blues act.
After attending a Phillies game, I found myself muscling through these songs. Nevertheless, I debuted the piano version of Redneck Vacation; delivered my best vocal performance of Fred Jones Pt. 2; and finished with Robots and Cloth Mother. I’m going to celebrate July 4 on guitar.
Why can’t Robots go potty?
My buddy and loyal open mic companion Geoff suspects that I am the first songwriter to incorporate the “uncanny valley” in my lyrics. I don’t know whether that’s true, but I did quite enjoy publicly debuting the song Robots at the Thirsty Soul last Thursday. Also featuring Cloth Mother (first song about experiment on monkeys?) and Humiliation Compost Heap (the boogie woogie).