I sang "Never Gonna Go Easy" for Wednesday's Midnite Open Mic Jam at the Depot Brewery. Although at the time I didn't know about the coincidence, I wrote the song a few years ago on the same night a friend was fundraising for his legal defense against accusations of herbal disobedience. The words and melody came in like a radio wave ~~ THAT part WAS easy!
None of the other musicians had heard this song nor played it, but they made it sound great: Tim Carey grooved bass line, Jon Estrin embellished with lead guitar, James Moore kept rhythm on kit while Bob Bernards gave a beautiful hand rhythm on a djembe. I added flute between verses.
Afterwards, long, energetic jams with Tim and Jon as Dan Gorman sat kit, James moved to conga, Tony sat keyboard, Paul Squillo joined on trumpet, and newcomer Lava Lava added his saxophone to the mix.
Super energy, awesome sound, so three hours later I'm easing off the high. Whew!
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Thursday, May 4
Saturday, October 8
Flute follow-up
I was sitting at a sidewalk table on North Main yesterday checking email when I saw a familiar figure walking toward me.
"Your flute sounded nice last night," he said, as I remembered that he heard me play at Late Night Open Mic at the Depot with the house band.
"Thank you!" I said, feeling happy for his kind words.
"You must have been playing for a long time?" he asked. Maybe he was trying to gauge how long it would take for him to gain the skills he wanted.
"I learned in fifth grade, but there was a long break in there."
He stopped to tell me a bit about himself. Turns out that in 1972, he felt inspired to learn flute because he liked its sound. He tried guitar instead, but the strings hurt his fingertips, and his attention was distracted by other things, and time passed. Hearing our upbeat jazzy improv renewed his inspiration to learn how to play.
I hope he follows up on that.
I thank him here on this blog for confirming a pattern I noticed in several conversations like this:
One way for me to empower people is by first empowering myself and then living out loud. Lucky for me, I dig that design!
"Your flute sounded nice last night," he said, as I remembered that he heard me play at Late Night Open Mic at the Depot with the house band.
"Thank you!" I said, feeling happy for his kind words.
"You must have been playing for a long time?" he asked. Maybe he was trying to gauge how long it would take for him to gain the skills he wanted.
"I learned in fifth grade, but there was a long break in there."
He stopped to tell me a bit about himself. Turns out that in 1972, he felt inspired to learn flute because he liked its sound. He tried guitar instead, but the strings hurt his fingertips, and his attention was distracted by other things, and time passed. Hearing our upbeat jazzy improv renewed his inspiration to learn how to play.
I hope he follows up on that.
I thank him here on this blog for confirming a pattern I noticed in several conversations like this:
One way for me to empower people is by first empowering myself and then living out loud. Lucky for me, I dig that design!
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