The pace of my sipping leaves a pattern:
Worked at an event this week about Middle East peace at the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace with “The Elders” a group of former world leaders working to bring diplomatic solutions to world problems. Here is Jimmy Carter along with the former president of Finland and former foreign minister of Algeria. The last time I saw Jimmy Carter was as a child waiting to see his motorcade go by in Rhode Island at the airport with my family.
I went to play a Sunday brunch gig at the Waynesville Inn and Country Club today and as we were getting ready to set up our equipment, the restaurant manager came up and said something like “you’re not playing today, I sent an email to the bandleader a few days ago. No more music for the Sunday brunch.” Well, isn’t that just grand. The leader of the trio got no such email and had an agreement (a verbal handshake agreement but legally binding nevertheless) that two weeks notice would be given if the music had to be discontinued. So I drive an hour for a $75 gig only to be turned away by a sketchy restaurant manager. Hissssssss! So where’s the happy ending with that you ask?
I don’t know what to say about this:
All of his other lessons can be found here: