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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by RoCkstAr256, Aug 15, 2019.
Thread winner right there. Oh geez...
My wife recently said to me, “You’re the oldest man I was ever with.” My retort was, “Well, you’re the oldest woman that I was ever with.”
For many years (9) I have had a monthy solo gig at a wine bar.
I play every first Thursday.
The bar is called House Wine, and like the name implies, it’s a tiny house that serves nice wines and tapas.
I play barely amplified outside on the front porch, weather permitting.
The clientele is largely female, and roughly half my age.
They have zero interest in me or my repertoire.
I play (whatever I want/can) very politely as to not offend/disturb them.
It hurts my feelings when people split when I start, so I play a few solo instrumentals at first, and sing after a few.
I get ignored a lot, but it beats running em’ off.
More than once, as I am getting paid before leaving, the staff tells me I get lots of compliments.
Once, somebody asked if I used to be somebody.
Ouch, but funny!
That seems to speak volumes of your reputation.
That’s interesting. I asked the girls at the coffee shop that I stop at every day on the way to work, “Do you have live entertainment?” They said, “We tried it, but the patrons complained that it was too loud.”
I was playing fingerstyle on a Martin 12 string at Guitar Center about 10 years ago. I was not in a band at the time.
A middle aged guy and his daughter walked up and stood really close to me. It was weird.
I smiled at the guy and he said “My daughter and I were wondering if you’re somebody”
I smiled and said “Everybody is somebody”
He said “Are you somebody in a band that we would know? You play pretty good. Are you somebody?”
I said “Sorry......I’m nobody”.
The guy asked if I was sure that I was nobody and I confirmed that I was nobody.
“So you’re nobody?”
You're a much better parent than I thought you would be.
... my mother.
Lookin Good, and you buttoned your shirt in the right holes,,, for once
Thought of another one from a number of years ago. This girl, who I knew happened to be a singer, was going on and on complimenting our band's female singer. I was standing just a couple of feet away winding cables and packing things up. She looks at me and said, "Oh, and you're a great [pause]....sideman too!".
Hey, I'll take any compliment I can get .
I always get a charge out of the "Hey, you're pretty good" compliments. Of course I'm thankful/gracious but I'm never quite sure how a compliment like that is intended
The best compliment I ever received was from a woman that I was dating many years ago.
I cannot repeat it here or I'd get banned for sure.
I have put this into this site before but to repeat again,the best compliment I ever received regarding my guitar playing is when my girlfriend heard me listening to a John Lee Hooker song and said "he is terrible. He is so bad he sounds just like you"
I was in London back in 77. I was with a few mates at a downstairs disco at one of the big bus tour company's places in town looking for some action and a few beers.....We'd just got back after 7 mths surfing along the Atlantic coast south to Morocco and back...
The place was filled with the usual mixture of young travelers from around the globe...We were talking to 3 American girls on their college break..
Oh! you're from Australia, your English is very good, how long have you been learning?...
there was that frozen pause while we all looked at each other wondering how to answer...
Errr. about 22 years, all of our lives really.... I muttered....
During a set break at a local bar, in my College band (Erie, PA, 1980), a pretty drunk patron came up to me/us, and said:
" You guys are great and you ( me!) sound like Jimmy Page!"
" Thanks man, but I was trying to sound like Duane Allman!"
* which was and still is true, ha!
"This is no Jimmy Page but still cool riffs mate"
"you look like Athlestan from vikings" woo hoo
I was out on the porch, playing the banjo and this lady comes hustling up the sidewalk looking annoyed. She turns up the walk to my house and starts up the steps before she even saw me. In mid step, she stops, sputters a bit and her face turns bright red.
She turned around and got halfway down the walk before stopping and saying, "I thought you had a CD playing. I was going to complain it was too loud! I'm sorry!" She turned on her heel and hustled off. Never saw her again.
I’m 75 in November, two years ago I got groped at a gig, I guess it is a back handed compliment, much younger woman, probably drunk but didn’t look it.
I've mentioned this before.
After a gig one night our bass players' brother told us "l've been seeing my brothers' bands for 40 years, and they all sucked. You guys don't suck".
"I remember you guys when you were good"
" your band is great but the piano player sucks!" spoken just loud enough for the whole world to hear
Well, it is pretty impressive. Much more so in a place where most people are not similarly endowed.