confessions of a lonely blues player, or principles? f..k 'em
Fri Oct 1 19:12:45 EDT 2004
I d'know, you know what they say. Ya start with Mustang S. then it
leads to the hard stuff.
I mean...I don't wanna wind up in a powder blue tux with rhinestones,
singing "Feelings" to a karaoke machine, on the Holiday Inn circuit.
On Thu, 30 Sep 2004 08:23:38 -0400, Douglas M Waltner
> Hey- You're supposed to be an entertainer- so if "That song" entertains,
> everyone wins-especially you- so play it then go on to something else.
> Blue Stew wrote:
> >Well father, it's been quite a while since my last confession.
> >Probably 'cuz I'm not Catholic but, last night I did what some might
> >say is the un-thinkable. I sacrificed my principles, my dignity and
> >devotion to the blues for that one thing that brings every man to his
> >knees. To his knees, sobbing like a 4 year old that has been
> >abandoned at the baby sitter's for the first time.
> >The only weakness that can crush you like an empty donut box in a
> >trash compactor.
> >It's LUST!
> >I was in lust with her ash colored hair with blond highlights that
> >shimmered like a Clairol ad under the stage lights.
> >Lust with her big, bambi brown eyes that looked at me like a puppy
> >wanting to go for a walk.
> >She showed just enough cleavage, not to much, not too little. It was
> >somewhere between an east Hollywood Blvd. whore and the school marm on
> >Little House on the Prairie.
> >Her scent was a liken' to fresh cinnamon rolls, baking in the oven
> >just after you wake up.
> >Her freshly washed 501s were tighter than the glove that got O.J
> >acquitted ("if it don't fit, you must acquit").
> >It was Thursday night when this alluring, Goddess of seduction walked
> >to the stage and asked, "can you play…?" I don't wanna say it but it
> >sounds like "Tin Pan Alley" or "Silicon Valley".
> >I just stood there for a second 'till she put her hand on my chest and
> >begged softly…softly and tenderly like that sleazy, Siren bitch that
> >led the Viking ships to doom…"please?"
> >"Sure", I said without hesitation. I then looked at the band like a
> >school kid looking at his parents after giving them his unfavorable
> >report card.
> >I then mumbled the name of the song and waited for their reaction.
> >The bass player said "oh brother!" and rolled his eyes. Matt, the
> >drummer said, "Mike, you know she's married don't ya?" I did as soon
> >as I saw her sitting, holding hands with a guy wearing a wedding band.
> > By then it didn't matter though. It was too late to turn back. She
> >had a hold of my heart just as sure as if Venus De Milo grew arms and
> >grabbed me.
> >Screamin' Jay Hawkins himself couldn't have cast a stronger spell.
> >I counted if off slowly so it would make a nice, deep pocket for me to
> >crawl into. The bassist laid down a simple, solid quarter note groove
> >like Booker T and the MGs on animal tranquilizers.
> >Harmonica virtuoso Mitch Kasmar, who was also playing keys put down a
> >heavy "ground rhythm" on his sampled B-3 keyboard. He conjured up the
> >"Jimmy Smith, Groove Holmes" thing in an instant.
> >He even knew the horn parts, which surprised me.
> >I put myself in Steve Cropper's shoes (and he's got some BIG feet!)
> >and kept chuggin' on that octave motion.
> >Of coarse we didn't have to sing the "ride s…..rides". The crowd
> >generally does that for you.
> >Half way through I thought to myself, This aint so bad. It even has a
> >nice feel to it. Then it ended, fini. It was fairly painless, and of
> >coarse I don't have to tell the musicians here, that it got the
> >loudest applause of the night…but that's to be expected.
> >Later that night she said to me, "thank you!" and so did her husband,
> >as they walked hand and hand to their "love chariot".
> >Well…as I was starring up at that California half moon I was thinking,
> >"what am I?" An uncompromising blues player that tosses principles
> >out the window for the right feminine smile?
> >An "I'll play whatever I want, when I wanna play it" guy.
> >Or just a crowd pleasin' fool?
> >Tell me, what would you do? Only people with "lust in their heart" need apply.
> >Mike "unchain my heart, baby let me go"- Ray
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