Oh yes I did.
Maddogg was playing his 2-3pm show yesterday at the SycamoreSpring Nursing Home where the average age of my audience was closer to eighty than sixty and I am nearing the end of my performance when I ask the group if they have any requests (careful not to ask for any LAST requests), and a dear little lady shouts out PRINCE.
At least I think that’s what she said.
I am absolutely positive no one in this room even knew who or what Prince was, but do I gloss over and play a more familiar tune to them?
Oh hell no.
I told them how I guess I should have known by the way you parked your car sideways….
That’s right, I’m cranking out Little Red Corvette to this group and they are digging it.
Not the usual playlist for a nursing home, but that’s my peeps.
Happy to announce another player from a local performing band will join the Christmas Show I am putting on for nursing homes and rehabilitation centers. Ukulele player and singer Sarah Denny from the Fleming Creek Band will be joining myself, Lyndsey Ellen and the Trackhounds, and Peter O’Neal from Ben and Pete, a local musical fixture in the southern Ohio valley.
I can’t say enough how much I dig the people here.
I have been watching Alfred Hitchcock Presents and it is amazing at how far horror and suspense have come in the last seven decades. They didn’t use a lot of props or the magic of special effects to achieve their desired ends.
But when well written, horror can scare the hell out of you.
And then there’s the case of doing when I shouldn’t that led me to spend all of my Student Body Council’s funds on a prostitute named Hermie.
Relax, not short for Herman.
Although, even if I was a girl, I’d probably prefer the name Herman.
So, I am in a pub in the little town of Bicester, England and I am drinking screwdrivers and chasing them down with pints of Double-D. The only two beers on tap were Double Diamond and Watney’s Red Barrel.
I am playing a pinball machine for sixpence a play and after a couple hours, as I sit at the bar pondering my next move, Hermie walks right up to me and says straight forth: “Right then. Off to my flat.”
Being that she was the first working girl I ever got this close to in my life, and being that I was the absolute horniest teenager on planet Earth, off we go to her small apartment.
I spent all the funds that our high school student body had entrusted me as the Student Body Treasurer.
On drinks, pinball games, oh yes, and a hooker.
I resigned ignominiously, but certainly not in shame. The Student Body Sponsor, a dipshit Physics teacher who always had it in for me, thought he would ruin me by leaking the real reason I was “asked” to resign my post.
Instead I became a hero.