Hey, I beat the bejasus out of my gonzo psycho mic fright monster tonight! I beat it into a bloody pulp! I went to an open mic and the guy I was with announced “Anna only plays with her back to the audience.” That ticked me off royally so I blew that little sucker into the mic! Gave away most of my whistles, too, but not my first one! I’m down to the OBrianin Improved, wiht only a my first tweeked Generation for backup for when I get sloppy! Good on me! YES!
Waiting for the Mothership…
[ This Message was edited by: Anna Martinez on 2002-10-24 03:05 ]
Hey Anna, who was the dragon who copped it, your mic fright or the poor dork who made that comment? And do you face people when you give them your whistles or just sort of casually hand them backwards over your shoulder with a remark like ‘Anyone want a spare Copeland’?
On 2002-10-24 03:11, blackhawk wrote:
Good on you! What tunes did you play, Anna?
Hey Anna, who was the dragon who copped it, your mic fright or the poor dork who made that comment? And do you face people when you give them your whistles or just sort of casually hand them backwards over your shoulder with a remark like ‘Anyone want a spare Copeland’?
Hey Blackhawk! this is the OUTBACK of the US, most of these foks wouldn’t know a trad tune to save thier lives. However, this folksinger guy, he has a song he wrote that goes something like “I feel like a bird, I feel like a bird, I feel like a bird on teh wing.” I get to be the bird, in D!
Wombat, you simply crack me up! There are times when I would love to crack a songwriter or two, but the poor guy was spared because he bought dinner, but the dragon that got it was my own fear! I blushed a few time when I heard an awkward
squawk, but what the hell, the damn mic doesn’t bite! He usually annouces that I’ve got whistles to give away, and usually people are too abashed to ask for one, you know those polite crowds…? Well, I was surrounded! Kewl! I usually have a back pocket fulla whistles, last night I had two back pockets fulla whistles, and my quick- draw holster that Lee made me for my non-firing weapons!
The damndest thing was was that only about three people there knew what instrument I was playing! No kidding! People were asking me what that “flute thingie” is! I am not shitting you, either!
