Playing and Staying Up Late Takes A Toll
The last week has been a bit excessive for an old guy. It started out on Monday, when, after the usual jam/practice at Michael P’s house, I decided to go downtown to Stevie Ray’s for an Open Stage. That proved to be serious schmoozefest - you can read my post about it here.
On Wednesday, I headed downtown for the jam session at the Bluegrass Brewing Company on Theatre Square, which proved to be so entertaining that we didn’t knock off until about 12:30 a.m. The very next night was the weekly “Player’s Spot” TV show taping at Gerstle’s, featuring the River City Blues Band, a collection of longtime blues players. After the show, Brian White and I interviewed the guys and followed that with a continuing conversation over beers. I crawled into the bag about 1 a.m. Getting up each of those days was a challenge, as always with vocal encouragement from our two dogs, who insist on their morning half-mile walk at 6:30 a.m.
My justification? I’m getting in ’shape’ for gigging. Either that or I’ve simply taken leave of my senses. Whichever it is, it took its toll on my Flamenco practice, so that come Saturday morning, I wasn’t prepared for the intensified instruction on a tango dance.