Where’s That Bullwhip?
It’s clear that all the things that our parents told us about getting older will turn out to be true, more or less, for all us Baby Boomers, particularly the one about how time passes so much faster the older you get; the days just slip away. Since I last wrote a bit here, I’ve been down to 4th Street Corporate! Live! to see Michael T.’s band The Conch Republic play a set (but not “Madman on the Corner” - the new drummer didn’t quite have the rhythm down.). Imagine it - a six-piece party band with three soloists, playing sort of outside with a sound system perfectly suited for a trio in a small club and a sound man (provided by 4th Street) mixing from beside the stage and behind the speakers. Urk. (The speakers looked like they had a 10″ each plus a couple of tweeters - I’ve seen soloists with better gear). Poor guys did the best they could…
I finally wrangled a date from Brian P. and Michael T. to get down to Lexington before August, when they’re booked solid, and lay down some guitar tracks on the non-bluegrass stuff. It may be getting toward time to declare it finished - except for the vocals, of course, and mixing. And to think all this might go the way of the dinosaurs soon….