Dr. J is still hum-hawing over the washboard. He wants to get a real one and I find out they still make them. There’s a thought. Get one for J and one for Theresa and see what’s happened a week later. Ha!Next Monday is an open mic at Buddy’s, the place where I actually sang and played guitar earlier this week. People as far away as downtown were stopping me and handing out the compliments. I believe it has to do with my show, and not my singing or playing, but I’ll accept that. This got me the incentive to begin inviting all musicians I know to also show up at that session. My radar detects a paying gig somewhere here.
Today there is a lawyer dancing in the streets up in Ft. Lauderdale. This is not my regular lawyer here in town, rather a specialist. I just wrote him a check for an obscene amount of money, I can’t say but it is thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars. He was worth every penny, and I when total up his time, even including the 7 minutes we walked to and from the coffee shop, he earned the equivalent of $12,000 an hour off me.
Bryne called from Pembroke Pines while I was in the library. He reminded me of that book “Heaven and Hell”, the expose by one of the ex-Eagles, Felder I believe. The band fired him for wanting an equal share, or for performing their music, some kind of guitar-minded legal hassle like that. So he wrote the book, which was promptly banned in America but not in Europe. Censorship has been recently the topic here. Remember September 25 is beginning of Banned Book Week.
I clicked a few UK sites on line to note that I got a message “This book is now available from the manufacturer.” Bryne says it was recently uncensored, which is probably where I heard about it. It is subtitled, “My Life as an Eagle 1974-2002” I think. It is so disgusting that in this day and age books are still banned. And taxed. “Taxing reading is for those who find reading taxing.”
Planning tomorrow’s gig in advance, it is duly noted that for a duo act, I will require a minimum of five of the eight input jacks. Why back in my day, a PA was an old Fender Bassman amp head. It will take at least 12 phono jack cables to hook everything up. Yet, my stage setup is probably minimalist by contemporary standards. A total of 8 batteries have to be kept as backups, along with two MP3 players, six optical disks, two backup microphones and three power transformers.
All this despite the fact my PA system is already set up and ready to go. Now you know why I want the Fishman. They have a second model out in addition to the Solo, this one called the SA 220. Odd that the same company should have two nearly identical models with the same price, but I do notice deep in the specifications, the bass response is better on the SA. Which means I’ve have to check it out. The single tower PA will cut my logistics in half and it weighs only 28 pounds. It is also scalable (can be linked to more of its own kind if the situation demands).
[Author's note 2015-09-16: five years later I am still trying to find a good second hand unit of the Fishman PA system. Every time one came on sale, I didn't have the cash.]
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