Waubeek First Of The Month Jam-One Year Later

With

Maki Dervo-Guitar and Vocals
Phil Koening-Bass
Lunch Time Chuck-Bass
Nelson-Slide guitar
David Lam-Guitar and vocals
Aaron Caryl-Fiddle
Lenny Drake-Guitar and vocals
Captain Kirk-Guitar and vocals
R.Smith-Drums

And

Katy
Dale Lam
Diane Koening
Danny Diaz
Freddy Jones
Dana "Rocky" Smith
Ron Lafleur
Dakota McWhoerter

Songs:

St James Infirmary
Wearing A Dead Man's Shirt
Up On Cripple Creek
Highway Patrol Man
Kiss An Angel Good Morning
Venus
Laugh Laugh

Couple others that escape my mind

I'm not a fan of the rain.  For the final weekend of daylight savings time, all it has done is rain and it rained all night.  We get the fucking rivers back in their banks and Mother Nature opens up with another five inches of rain and we are under water again.  Thank goodness we got the basement waterproofed.  It would be a mess once again.  It's been that way since September.

It's been one year since my first introduction to the Waubeek jam and it remains a strange and wonderful well kept secret.  Hardly anybody from Cedar Rapids goes there.  Guess it's pointless for them to drive about an half hour to meet with the country freaks out here.

Again, I opted for playing drums.  Rocky Smith did the majority of drum playing, backing up Ron LaFleur and Dakota and Callie aka The Hippie Boy Scouts. Comparing Rocky's playing to mine when I backed them up, I think my playing was more raw and faster playing.  Since he bought his own cymbals I figured he should be the main player. The lateness of the hour came when Lenny came up to play his set and it was already 1 AM, Nelson was playing drums, I was going home.  I was tired.

I try not to get too caught up in the booze and zaniness of the other folks there.  If you get too friendly with anybody they then suspect that you're trying to pick them up.  Don't get naughty?  Not trying to be that way, she's not my type and she's taken, but  don't take it the wrong way.  I prefer solitude, and besides I'm not into smokers.  Have a nice day.

Going well into my third year of playing again, it seems I'm losing interest in the whole thing.  For the third straight month I've been told I'm playing too fast on certain songs which is beginning to bug the hell out of me.  Am I not getting into a slower and grooving beat or am I rushing things?  It's only a jam right, this is not an audition for being in a band.  Am I drinking too much root beer and having the caffeine making things faster on my playing even at age 57?   I managed to find the Bo Diddley beat on Dead Man's Shirt but even I thought I was playing slower on the first song, I was still playing too fast.  Maybe the end is near, it seems that way.

I wouldn't say if being the Grim Reaper might have played a role in the depression and downturn of events this fall making me disinterested or playing lackluster, but upon looking back upon my life and seeing where I went wrong in terms of dating and love  I hadn't been much fun with.  The shitty weather hasn't helped at all this fall and being wear down at my place of employment during the busy fall season has made me question this life.  Every little thing has really gotten me so pissed off and angry that I would rather just hide from the world.  The world has gotten worse.  We have a fucking idiot masquerading as President, we have the Republicans trying to turn this place into the new Russia, I hit every fucking red light in town and twice more the long red lights, which means an instant traffic jam and yet another douchenozzle riding your ass down the road.   And idiots, lots of them.  Going home past the bar and having some drunk chick waddle out in front of your car with a drink in hand...cow wandering out of its pasture, the other chick waiting to cross, and I look at her and say You sure, I don't want you to commit suicide on my behalf if you wonder out.  Then waiting for 10 minutes at McDonalds as the dumb fuck help bypasses you and don't wait.  And they want 15 dollars an hour?  Fuck you, I will make the damn sandwiches myself, or better yet go to Moe's Grill.  At least I got in and out, The Blairs Ferry McDonalds I'd still be waiting.

And then you can't go out and have fun and not having some drunk chick thinking you're trying to pick them up.  (and they wonder why I never show up when they invite me to their private jams) . Welcome to my world, 2018, where nothing goes right, I play too fast and it all sounds wrong.   This is why people want out of this world.  We keep hearing trust the Lord and he won't fail you, well he certainly don't hear you when you hope and pray that you get to work without hitting every red light and dumb fuck idiots out there, or have to watch for varmints crossing the highway in the dead of night, raccoon and possums love to commit suicide on your watch it seems.

And it continues to rain.  If I'm not self analyzing on my set list of songs I played, I'm going back to the past and looking at my past girlfriends and wondering what the hell happened. 25 years ago, I got back with Penny, my best friend's sister for the second time to try to make things work. 40 years ago, I was supposed to take her out to Homecoming but had to work at my dishwashing suck job but she waited for me and we did go watch a movie.  I wasn't a very good boyfriend back then, nobody from high school usually is.  Since the other girl at hand we didn't date at all (we had chances but they fell by the wayside at a spring time dance)  Penny was my high school sweetheart.  Which isn't saying much, she did marry her high school sweetheart.  But we tried, but she knew me better.  It wasn't going to work.  All my life, I never could give up my ways to share with anybody, I grew up with records and being alone most of this life.  My longest relationship was 3 and a half years.  2nd half that long.  I was used to coming back home to the place that I felt at home and didn't have that when I was with anybody.   When you're with somebody, chances are you're going to argue and you're going to bitch that the other wasn't helping.  For many years I wondered why I couldn't find that special somebody.This year I knew the reason and it goes all the way back 40 plus years, of picking the wrong girl to spend your life with, even when she lived six states away, it wasn't going to work. Had I not known this girl, perhaps Janice or Penny would be the long suffering wife or better half.  I have good women in this life, even today.  I can still see the girl in my Public Relations class smiling at me wanting to know me at Kitty's for an hour, then leaving the place crying when I sat there and did nothing.  And hoping I could find her and explain my actions.  Perhaps it was best I never seen her again.  I would disappoint her again, like the rest.

The basis of my blog is to document the good and the bad and sometimes I take a deep look into the past to see how things were and had they made me who I am today.  I cannot remember any of my guy friends before we moved to Marion, but I know most of the girls that used to chase me around the school yard tho'. And then try to remember the good things that I did at FB company on my year of participating the Waubeek jam, only to remember the bad and otherwise.  I have given up on love, given up on trying to find the one to spend what's left of time I have on this fucked up planet.  And it's getting to the point that I'm about ready to give up playing once again and returning back to the darkness, and just work on the next Townedgers album. The stage fright of playing guitar live has returned and I must overcome that to play again and chances are I will, if not at Stone City, then certainly at the Artisan Sanctuary Open Mic or Whittier.  In front of friendlier faces and not having to worry if I did something to think if some woman thinks I'm trying to put the move on her.  I'm not that way and I can live without them as it has been shown over the years.  That's not about to change.

And it continues to rain.

Phil Bo's wife got into a fight with some female after I left and he was playing.  I heard it was a duet and she took exception to it.   She was acting weird most of the night.