Thursday, September 15, 2011

"Do You Ever Forget, Happens To Me...."

One of my favorite lines from Ron White is the title of this post for a very good reason. Allow me to explain:

I'd just finished a reasonably good gig with Dirty Joe at a tavern in Sequim a few days before, playing for a wedding reception, and I was in a good mood as I climbed into my truck for the long drive down to Minden for a gig at the CVI. Well, I always seem to forget something a few minutes after I pull away from my house, so I invariably have to make a U-turn shortly after I get on my way. And this night was no exception, as I'd left a bottle of B-complex vitamins on the kitchen counter. I grumbled a bit, went back home, and got the vitamins, then headed back out on the road. About an hour down the road, I was listening to Dimmu Borgir's "Gateways" when it hit me that I'd forgotten something much more important than a piddling bottle of vitamins.

I nearly punched a hole through my truck's windshield when I realized that I'd left back in Port Angeles the small blue suitcase that contains my monitor mixer, microphones, cables, and the whiteboard I use to write down song lists, requests, dedications, all that stuff. And I was in Poulsbo, about sixty miles away from Port Angeles. Needless to say, it was a long hour back to PA to get the suitcase. But it could could've been worse - I could've made the discovery as I pulled into the CVI parking lot instead of only an hour away from home. Yeah, it could've been a lot worse.

But the trip continued without event, and I made it in to Minden about twenty-four hours ago. Now I'm surrounded by Model T enthusiasts and students of a private military special-ops school, but I could care less who I'm playing for, so long as I'm playing - and getting paid to do so. This is going to be a busy week for me, because as soon as this gig is done I have to drive straight back to PA to take Joy to her SS/D hearing in Seattle - wish us luck - then drive straight back to Nevada to play at Casino Fandango, then make a triumphant return to the Carson Station the next week.

I think things are finally looking up for me. But then again, I hope I didn't just jinx myself for saying that.......