It's That Time Of The Year, Again

Come and dance with me.

This year, only one main act and then, "the rest of us."
If it works as in the past we'll be playing far beyond our allotted set. Last year it was four songs, this year six, perhaps seven. I am playing less and expecting more in the way of compensation...Merry Christmas.

But that's a rant better left for another moment.

For whatever reason this is the event I associate with the death of my father. I played this gig last year and then a couple of days later, he died. No connection, except in my head.
So I will think of him.

I am more of a friend to George than just a guy with a guitar that he knows. Even though to two are intertwined, deeply. I'll enjoy his company. And share what he offers.

I will not be sad to see the year go, so I will see this as the shedding of an awful year in which too many were taken from me, from us. And not enough time for the things that really matter.
A voice you long to hear.
A good book.
Some new music.
A touch that lets you know you are alive and that is a good thing.

To you Harry, dear young boy, I will think of you as I always do. And this year, my dad too.
Sigh.

While at George's I will be 'auditioning' this.

A guitar stand that makes use of the edge of any flat-ish surface.
A weighted, rubber hunk with a deep cutout for the neck of your guitar.
Allow the foot to hang over an edge - that's my amp in the shot, and lean the guitar against it. The slot behind holds picks.

A neat piece for the space conscious. About $18.