Sunday, June 27, 2010
Spring
Rubber Vendor
Mostly Movies
Straw Goblin
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Gorbyblock
Sunday, June 20, 2010
September Blues
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Foreign Music
Painting corners, dreaming all day
The Oblong Song
Witch Cake
Wall Paper
Astral Must
Paper Wall
Bookworm
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Chance
Wire Doll
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The Boss
“Wait! The Boss has really enjoyed your music and would like you to stay and play some more.”
I had another gig in the morning and didn’t want to get home too late, but I plugged back in for the overtime. After the set, I attempted to pack up when I was again approached.
"He wants you to keep playing. It’s ok if you need to take a break."
I thanked him, but said I really had to get going since I had another performance in the morning.
"He’s going to take care of you!"
I thanked him again but graciously said I wasn’t available.
“You don’t seem to understand. The Boss likes your music, and he’ll take care of you. Please do yourself and everyone the favor of setting back up.”
So, I set back up.
During the break the valet who was rather cold when I arrived seemed really interested to talk to me.
“Where did you learn those songs? I think I know how you got so good…I’ve been playing guitar for years.”
I decided it was time to play and started another set. After about 20 minutes the crowd was thinning out and I just assumed that would be that, however when I started unplugging after what was already a long night, the maître d returned :
"Play another set!"
I’m sorry but I‘ve got to go.
"The Boss will take care of you."
I understand, thank you, but I’m already half packed up and nobody’s here!
“I don’t think you understand, it’s not up to you! Don’t worry he’s going to take care of you.“
I set back up and played another 15 minutes or so as the last few customers left the club. At that point The Boss emerged from the office with a girl half his age and took a seat at the bar near the piano. The maître d then locked the doors from the inside. There were now several drinks and a pistol on the bar. I was worried. The Boss looked like pictures I had seen of Scarface but he really did seem to enjoy the music. He talked privately with the girl for a while longer and playing it like a full house I thanked the crowd of two and said goodnight.
“Before you go... I want you to play 3 more songs.” not even asking if I knew them. "That Old Black Magic, Lady is a Tramp, and My Way."
I played the first two but didn’t know the words to My Way. After Lady is a Tramp I became the center of attention and heard The Boss say to the girl:
"Now listen carefully to the words of My Way, cause it’s MY life. "
I noticed the revolver on the bar, and thought to myself, ok...
And now, the end is near….
I heard myself singing,
And so I face the final curtain…
Despite the fact I was sure I couldn’t remember the lyric I guess I passed the audition cause he handed me several hundred dollars and I was finally allowed to leave.
The agent called Monday. "What did you do there?! They want you to play steady weekends!"
I never went near the club again – however I remember not long after that reading in the paper that the place was destroyed and The Boss had been murdered.