I was feeling nostalgic for the days, about six or seven years ago I guess, when I'd put two speakers, my Peavey mixer, my ever reliable Takamine guitar, a microphone stand and a canvas bag of cords into the back of the Little Black Car and head down to Marty's, where I'd play and sing until four in the morning and drive home at dawn with $400 in my pocket. Not a bad way to kill a Friday or Saturday night.
Now it's all of that, plus the monitor speakers & amp, 3 telecasters, stands for the speakers, guitar stands for the guitars, a couple of guitar amps, and a big box full of cords and percussion toys. I spent ninety minutes last night getting it all packed up from the basement and up into the garage where I can load it into the van later this morning for the drive to Memphis.
When you're over fifty and still playing rock and roll, you've long since given up the notion of the hit record and you don't even fantasize about the groupies anymore. You just wish you had roadies! A couple of years back, when I was in St. Louis for a visit and spent an evening playing with some of the local musicians who'd been good friends & companions back when I was living there, we were comparing all of our various aches and pains, marvelling at the fact that we were still able to do the damn thing. Drummers have it worst of all, of course.
All of that will be forgotten once we get everything unloaded and set up. This is going to be a pretty rare event -- I doubt that we'll ever have another opportunity. We managed to find a weekend when ALL of us could gather in Memphis for a couple of days to play. Most of us will be arriving this afternoon and into the evening -- Duke can't get there until tomorrow, but we'll be ready for him.
Pigs in Memphis -- we're calling it the Brown Beverage Sessions.