Being the enforcer of speech codes can be lonely in my not-yet-fully-imagined futuristic Orwellian musical. In this song, I assume the role of a police officer charged with finding and eradicating non-state-sponsored materials littering the landscape of communication. Enthusiasm in the first half turns to gripes about the daily grind of destroying samizdat. Thanks to my daughter for lending her voice talent by uttering on of her favorite phrases, “Shut up!”
There is an uneasy freedom when nobody else shows at an open mic. It will likely cause urges to play songs long since forgotten, or that you always wanted to play but never even tried. Such was the case on May 2. A couple of old originals with a pinch of The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot.
I skipped open mic last week to work on my forthcoming song, Thought Cop 2084. That’s in good shape and will be mixed within the next few days. I am going back tonight to see what’s up. If nothing else, I’ll pick some tunes and devour some pretzel-pecan french toast while pontificating about how to incorporate my newer body of work into my act. It’s either plug in the iPad, or arrange stuff on the guitar.
I perform a few familiar tunes with a new hostess, Liz Starry. I committed a cardinal sin of live musical performances by cracking open my new piezo pickup moments before I went live. It was awkward, but it worked. Featuring I’m Gone, Other Half, and Redneck Vacation. Spoiler: No cajon.
Looks like there may be a bit more of a talent draw with the new hostess, who is plugged into the scene around Philly. Time to rock!
This open mic was an outlier. Along with a few comfortable tracks (Grass and Wine, Gardens and Cobblestones, Sweet Jesus, and Other Half), I would completely understand if you were to skip to the appended last song. It was a sweet improv blues jam roughly resembling Chinese Buffet, complete with piano, cajon, and some sweet and soulful background vocals from a mysterious, extremely talented female vocalist.
It’s my birthday today, and decades of having to piggy back on Valentine’s Day, President’s Day, and Mardi Gras cultivated a rather peculiar attitude in me, leading to this song. Actually, the song is quite old; but, today I had a creative flash and decided to make a video, which features the Old Baby version of my visage.