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i didn't post over the weekend, but i had two VERY different closing-time experiences.
Friday, i played a hired-gun bar gig with a kid whose dad is paying old pro's good bucks to back up his 18-year-old son, who's a talented Santana-style guitarist but green as grass. they rounded up every piece of gear in the county and set up a massive PA suitable for a large hall. we were supposed to start at 10, but they didn't get the PA up and running til after 11. the few people who hung around left after about the fourth Santana song in a row. after the gig i felt hopeless, like why am i still doing this $hit at my age, and woke up in the morning feeling crappy and burned out.
then Saturday, my band (the Stragglers) played a show with a Cajun band opening for us and an enthusiastic crowd. it was our first full-band gig with a new keyboard player, and he knocked our socks off. it was one of those nights when you wish you could have played til 3 or 4 o'clock. the crowd loved it, and the band felt strengthened and rejuvenated. had to get up early Sunday morning for a family event, but felt great and the buzz lasted for two days. funny how that happens!
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