I promised someone an honest photo of myself as the profile picture is a little over one year old. This photo was just emailed to me.
It taken a few weeks ago at a Rave. My daughter and her friends thought that listening to rhythmic dance music would inspire me to come up with a better sound for my own CDs.
It was a lot of fun. The music was great. The atmosphere was fun. It seemed like a good idea at the time but I really felt out of place. I must've been the oldest person in the house!
A young man actually ID'd me....AWWWW....What a compliment!!
After a few hours, I ditched the place to go hang with the old fogies at Oktoberfest . At 1: 30 a.m., I snuck back to the Rave and pretended to stay all along.
My bad...
Tomorrow I get to hear a few local bands at a neighborhood bar. Maybe someone can snap my photo after a gallon of soda pop and two sips of beer. Betcha I'll look drunk.
Wanna see that one?
Maybe someone can get a good shot of me staring around the bassists' crotches. I stare so much at the bass guitars, that I've been accused of lusting after the band members.
There is only one bass player that I've ever stared at. As a kid, I did had a crush a bass player from my home town (he's famous now, so I won't invoke his name): my crush affected me so much, I was afraid to take lessons from him. I missed the chance of a lifetime because this man can play incredibly well!
You see, I don't stare at the men. I stare at the guitars because I'm trying to figure out what they do that makes them sound so good! They play the cheap guitars and make 'em sound great! I've owned a few very expensive bass guitars and made them sound like someone threw them into a brick wall (and that was after I spent many hours practicing my Twang...Twang...Thud...Twang... just kidding...well, kinda...).
Man, I'd say I'm jealous of 'em but I'm too much of a fan. There is a reason these people do their thing so well - they've got talent and drive. I'm lucky to get to hear them. You should hear them, too.
Love ya,
Siegfred
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