I’ve been practicing again. Charlie has been down off the wall at least five times a week now for several weeks. Two or so nights ago, the cats were my audience while I practiced a John Cougar song. No, I’m not strictly about strictly defined folk music! The audience was enthusiastic, and Charlie thrummed, “When are we hitting the road?” I spent a bit of time tuning and responded, “I think we are through with that part of our lives.” “Yeah, but think about the patter we could coin! The last surviving “basket house” Folksinger from The Village, makes a comeback.”
Let’s be clear here. Intermittent asthma over the last decade has made a wreck of the already limited vocal tool I was gifted with at birth. The inhalers do that. So while I otherwise would consider some silly idiocy like what my guitar suggests, It’s not likely. Music is one of the most important things in life, but how many people will buy a CD or thumb drive of my stuff after the concert when I sound more like a cement mixer and less like a singer?
About this point, the two cats start acting like stereotypical groupies, but that’s just because it’s getting on towards ten p.m. and they want their treat before my wife leaves for work. I am familiar with the stereotype, and I keep on practicing Hotel California.
Max, the dog, starts howling. OK. That’s it, tomorrow I’ll search the internet and look for vocal exercises. I’ll try to regain some vocal control. I head to bed. It’s so wonderful having loving and supportive pets! And a great guitar.
At the pets conference
Max: I think the howling really did it. Now maybe he’ll take it seriously. I can see it now, fancy collars catered diners in fancy hotels. Interviews with Dogster Magazine!
Marcus: To hell with that I’ll be the male cat centerfold in Cat Fancy! I’ll provide intimate details on how he lives, how Sabrina and I edit all his material on the computer, and the near starvation of the days before he returned to the folkie circuit!
Sabrina: Such small aspirations, we’ll have our own groupies, Parishioners, so to speak. My least meow will excite them…about damnd time!
Charlie: Finally, new strings every week, a luthier to fix that crack, and a fresh lacquer job on the front. A successful star’s guitar has to look top-notch all the time!
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Hmmmm… You could have come to play here, but the one venue has turned into a HWSNBN Store. You’d have had an audience, too, and not only Marcus, Sabrina, and Max.
Martha!! Promise me that your dogs won’t howl like Max!
I can’t promise that. Teddy will howl if he’s sufficiently inspired. You’ll have to blame me. I taught him. It’s a compliment though, recognition of community.
We’ll see…