I guess it’s not the same effect if I make the statement myself.
I have been killing myself for the past three weeks practicing the Johnny Cash classic “I’ve Been Everywhere.”
Believe me when I say that I have had enough of the song, Karen, Bruiser, and Murphy have had their fill of the song, and now I couldn’t unlearn the words if I wanted.
But when I started, I was hoping to accomplish two things:
Firstly, I wanted to shut Karen up because she said, “no way could you ever learn that song after over five decades of smoking pot.”
The second thing I wanted to do was make sure I played the complete song for someone who could get me hired, and who was sitting at the bar when Maddogg took the stage?
Maddogg will entertain the good people of Miamisburg at the Lucky Star Brewery on Friday, June 3rd from 8-11.
Do drop by if you are near.
I fear that my number one roadie (actually, my only roadie) will also be band photographer and videographer. If (and that’s a huge if) she manages to get any pictures or videos, of course, I will share them here on the blog.
I am a glutton for punishment.
I want to learn a few new songs for my act, as I believe the audience will be a much younger crowd.
I’m stoked, of course.
I will be donating any tips I collect to the Dayton Humane Society.
Also, as is my wont, I have sent another letter asking Robin Meade to attend my gig. Of course I just talk shit to my wife about how Robin and I are “in touch” on the possibility of her attending one of my gigs. It bugs the shit out of her. (not literally)
If she rolled her eyes any harder, they would fall right out of her head.
Here is my letter:
Evidently I am a bit of a hot commodity here in southern Ohio.
I was just hired for an 8-11 gig at the Lucky Star Brewery in Miamisburg. This note will serve three purposes:
- An invitation to stop by the Lucky Star for great beer and Maddogg on Friday, June 3rd.
- It will keep my streak intact of writing you to attend for every time I play. I am counting the ones I sent to the wrong address.
- It will serve as yet another pain-in-the-ass moment as I continue to irritate the love of my life.
Mark “Maddogg” Diaz
I have reached out to the Dayton Humane Society to ask for a small sign designating my tips would be donated to them, but nothing back yet.
I think I’ll call them tomorrow. I have always done pretty well with tips in the old jar or guitar case.
I am half-tempted to show up at a blues open mic tomorrow night at what sounds like my kind of place. It is located behind a strip mall (hence the name Hidden Gem) and a player from tonight’s open mic told me about it.
I am a blues lead guitarist away from being a bluesman.
I can sing you some blues.