Man, I Love To Play

Playing any gig is a night well spent.
Even an old tired standard.

We're at The TreeHouse.

Playing Sweet Home Alabama, a song I really, really dislike.

It is a two guitar tune. And the band I am playing with has only one guitar at the moment.
I understand their desire to try out tunes that were formerly beyond their sound's depth. But I would have thought of several other tunes first - Layla, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Brown Sugar, Can't You Hear Me Knocking, Black Market...I could go on for an hour.

And it went really, really well. The audience liked it and we enjoyed playing it.

The weather was not as cold as it could have been, but it was clear and clean. Invigorating.

The front man plays lead and sings; up until this point he has had no support when he 'wanders off' to play solos or flourishes.
I was there to plug that hole. And plug away I did.
Even when it is such a trite and true tune.

I did one song and made a few bucks. A couple slaps on the back and a few compliments. It was a good night.