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"Thank You, Man of Business"
posted May 16, 2008 @1:34a
So I'm in the middle of a song. I can't remember which song in particular I was performing, but it was soon after the start of my second set. Even this late into the show, I didn't consider myself completely "warmed up," but was beginning to be able to focus on the performance and disregard what was happening around the bar.

Now there wasn't a huge crowd of people last night by anybody's definition. It never rained, but the sky seemed to be threatening to storm all evening long. And most people aren't interested in going to a bar on a Wednesday night, being armed with the knowledge that they have to get up early the next morning for work or school. But by my count, there were somewhere in the range of forty to fifty unique faces in the crowd over the course of the show. So for a weekday, and for it being my first plugged-in gig in over two years, I was comfortable with the turnout.

I started the second set with a cover of Nirvana's "Lithium," which requires an exorbitant amount of yelling. So for this second song, this particular song I'm in the middle of performing, I had chosen something more mellow, toned-down and comfortable. That would allow me to take my time, let my voice rest a bit, and, since it was a song I knew pretty well, I would be able to increase focus.

Even though my focus was gradually improving, I was still perusing the room with my eyes, partially looking to see who was listening, and partially taking inventory of the demographics of the crowd.

In front of the bar, stood a man wearing a collared, button-down shirt and tie. He was obviously a businessman, and was facing the opposite direction, with his back towards me. I could see that his hair had begun turning gray years ago; age, of course, will do that, so I assumed he was somewhere over the age of forty.

He was surrounded by what seemed to be co-workers, all similar-looking, with their heads of gray and ties of business, along with one female. There was a bit of a commotion, accompanied by some pointing and laughing.

Within a fraction of a second, all focus was lost.

There the man of business stood, with the waist of his pants at his ankles.

I have no idea why the guy dropped his slacks, or what everybody wanted to see.

I hope to never, ever find out.

Tomorrow I plan to drop by his office at his place of work, wait until he's on a very important business call, then crank up that Soulja Boy song and do my best to imitate the dance. Topless.


Oh gosh.....Soulja Boy!!!'re killing me!

posted by Pamela on 5/16/2008 @8:41:09 AM


Hey remember that time we were born at the same time? That was cool.

posted by Jason Wells on 5/16/2008 @1:04:06 PM
finally, looking foward to seeing you here in ca i know you gave it your all !

posted by debbie on 5/16/2008 @5:03:41 PM

Hey I'd love to play in CA. Thank you!

posted by Jason Wells on 5/18/2008 @10:53:53 PM
Seems to me that you are getting benefits beyond those paid by the bar. You have something to tell for years to come about "the time I played in this bar..."

posted by joe on 5/18/2008 @8:44:21 AM

Hmmm... permanent benrfits. I like that.

posted by Jason Wells on 5/18/2008 @10:58:44 PM
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