It’s been a challenging year. Look I’m not going to bore you with the details of that. It’s bad copy and no one likes a whiner. The cherry on my year came two weeks ago when on my way to a gig I had a horrible car wreck. The car was totaled. Not exactly a “first” you ever want to happen.
The night of the accident I had a private party gig. I was going to sing to my own tracks from my CD for a birthday party at someone’s home. After the police, fire department and the tow trucks had been called, my mom arrived and took me to the gig. It was about an hour away. The gig could have been easily canceled but somehow we both knew I needed to do it, minor whiplash and all. The show must go on. Remember a few sentences ago when I said it’s been a challenging year? Well, stress from the “challenges” can leave your brain a bit…what is the word…if I wasn’t stressed I could probably find it.
It went off well I am told. I was in shock. The details are blurry and the birthday girl couldn’t believe I showed up at all. She sent me a note telling me I was the highlight of the party and included a nice tip. They also packed my gear up for me. I saw that the mic box was in a different compartment but was glad it got packed up so that was good. It was only me and that made it easier no one else to worry about.
The next gig on the calendar was proving to be a bit of a cha
