I play a short afternoon set on my Steinberger with my band in a small downtown club. The stage faces some large, 2-story windows. A small tornado blows down the street and everyone turns to watch. Later, in a back room, the singer and keyboard player pay me a hefty stack of $8 dollar bills. It is my assignment to write a country song for a wealthy client. The song must be written in a low register and must contain the words ‘trout’ and ‘down and out’. I hand the money to my wife, who is appropriately impressed. She heads upstairs to a loft where there is some sort of salad bar.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #4
The Band
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