Artisan-Songs For The Departed Part Two

Songs:

Oh Death

Fox On The Run

When Will I Be Loved

No Expectations

Pawnshops Are No Place For A Wedding Ring

I Don't Fall In Love

Help Me

To be honest I never knew how much Charlie Watts influenced me and my drum playing till later in life, when I switched over from the Keith Moon bash and crash to a more subdued and tighter beat despite me playing things too fast or not.  It's strange how we learn how to get good till we are older.  So basically, No Expectations was dedicated to Charlie.  In fact, he still watches over me from my basement. 

We had two rounds of heavy rain and thunderstorms today; one at 4 and then the other hit right around I got to the Sanctuary and made a trip to Casey's to pick up a sweet tea and a sandwich.  They had no large cups, nor tops for the drink that I got.  And I was trying to get back before the monsoon hit.  

The set list was depressing but it all fitted in with things going on.  I got there early just to avoid hearing the hip hop dude that bored the fuck out of me last time.  Due to the severe weather he wasn't there.  A small blessing upon itself.    It's not that I really gave a shit if he was there,  but I had no idea whether if Kimberly would pop up (she didn't) or if Guitar Dave would show (he didn't, still under the weather) and Julie had to work so she wasn't going to be there.  MJ was moving back to Nevada (iowa), and I wouldn't be seeing her anymore.    The only song that wasn't depressing was Help Me, done by Sonny Boy Williamson many moons ago.  Everybody got a kick out of that one, but then again, blues songs and improvising it all over the place, playing wrong notes two or three times to make people think it's part of the song, and twisting the words around.  It seemed to be a great idea, so I went with that.  Freddy Jones, who finished up played along to Junior Wells Good Morning Little Schoolgirl, I wasn't familiar but dinked around to it while the CD was playing in the background. 

I was kinda glad things wound down around 8 30.  There might have been a jam afterwards, but I was stuffed up from too much humidity and parade of storms through town.  We didn't that many jammers and I may rather be happier of the early 6 o'clock start.  But I have to pretty much to go it as a solo player and not have to rely on Julie or Kimberly to sing the songs with a female counterpoint.  Maybe Julie feels left out when I do these solo acoustic open mics, and I'd love to have her as my trusted accomplice, but she makes no money and is exposed to the germs out there.  Kimberly tends to want the spotlight on her, and that's fine but that would never work as us as a duo.  So it all comes down to me playing to an audience of one on my own.    It's always been that way.