You are having intimate relations with a room full of people.
This area of LA county is home to not a few honest-to-goodness roadhouses.
A Grotto is one. Literally a basement room. Long and low and packed. People who are drinking and looking for fun.
We don't have to be great. Just something to dance to.
Easy. Fun. And the release is palpable. For all of us in the room. Maybe for different reasons, but everyone is finding a way out.
The night began watching another friend at a local lodge. I have been putting it off as I find the lodge scene way too shuffleboard geriatric for me. The only interesting people are the drunks. Again, not for me.
We are playing a mix of Small Faces, old Johnny Winter, jamming 'cuz nobody realizes it's not a Hendrix song anymore...
I realized I had my acid smile on and that I was having a great time doing a huge amount of nothing.
Share, sharing...experiences or fluids, it's all the same to me really.
My guitar sounds great.
I can play a lot more than I imagine if I put my mind to it.
People appreciate what I can do to the point they buy drinks and leave tips.
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