Well, it's still raining in Port Angeles (and maybe all over the world), and my optimism has passed. All you have to do is lie down for awhile and it's gone. Maybe the key to hanging on to a "good" attitude is to keep moving forward, but then it's probably impossible not to keep moving with all the work one needs to do to make a living in this world. That's enough philosophy--get to the music and show business already, for god's sake.
The Junction served potato soup last Sunday, and our regular jammers said it was good and tasty. I will take their word on that one. Jeff and Jacob, of Idaho and Florida respectively, played a lot of Southern rock for our mid-sized crowd that night who, I must admit,liked it better than I did. Don't get me wrong, they can play and sing very well, but "Sweet Home Alabama" has been played way too often, and the whole "southern rock" thing is more than a little dreary. Just my opinion! Like I said, the crowd liked it a lot. Tom, who plays songs by the reverend and Jorma is much more to my liking--the guy can really finger-pick! So it's off to more practice or maybe a leisurely jaunt down to the Crazy Fish for the jazz jam tonight or to see Baby Gramps on Friday. Who knows what the next few days will bring? Perhaps a blizzard after all the storming so far this week.
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