An 18 Dollar Friday Night / Saturday Morning
It was 1 AM when I finally arrived at the Lilly Pad on a night that was cold enough to be right at the edge of buskability.
It must have been 45 degrees, which is just 2 degrees above the point that I had established almost 10 years ago in Jacksonville, Florida, where it typically goes down into the upper thirties on a typical January night, and where I discovered that the fingers start to sting and get numb as the mercury plummets to 43 and that each degree below that can be felt as if by becoming a human thermometer, and that at 38 degrees it will become hard to squeeze the pick enough to hold onto it, and you would have been reduced to playing only the three chords that were probably the first couple that you learned as a new student of the guitar, C and G7.
But, last night was an almost comfortable 49 that dropped into a chill that I could feel if I stopped playing for more than a minute of just above the finger stinging range.
So, playing from 1 AM until about 3:20 AM, and netting 18 bucks was a respectable $7.71 per hour on a night about as slow as Friday's come.
I was playing in the time slot three hours after I might normally be quitting.
Now, there is no time to rest.
Jacob Scardino's Dilemna
Jacob Scardino had a blow dealt to the stability of his housing situation when Bob his guardian walked into the music room and caught Jake toking on a joint.
It's kind of hard to smoke weed right under someone's nose like that, if they have one.
Of course his guitar buddy, Daniel took some heat: "I trusted Daniel because I thought he was kinda looking out for you. Now I find out he was smoking with you..." type of thing.
Jacob doesn't know if Bob is going to kick him out.
It was 1 AM when I finally arrived at the Lilly Pad on a night that was cold enough to be right at the edge of buskability.
It must have been 45 degrees, which is just 2 degrees above the point that I had established almost 10 years ago in Jacksonville, Florida, where it typically goes down into the upper thirties on a typical January night, and where I discovered that the fingers start to sting and get numb as the mercury plummets to 43 and that each degree below that can be felt as if by becoming a human thermometer, and that at 38 degrees it will become hard to squeeze the pick enough to hold onto it, and you would have been reduced to playing only the three chords that were probably the first couple that you learned as a new student of the guitar, C and G7.
But, last night was an almost comfortable 49 that dropped into a chill that I could feel if I stopped playing for more than a minute of just above the finger stinging range.
So, playing from 1 AM until about 3:20 AM, and netting 18 bucks was a respectable $7.71 per hour on a night about as slow as Friday's come.
I was playing in the time slot three hours after I might normally be quitting.
Now, there is no time to rest.
Jacob Scardino's Dilemna
Jacob Scardino had a blow dealt to the stability of his housing situation when Bob his guardian walked into the music room and caught Jake toking on a joint.
It's kind of hard to smoke weed right under someone's nose like that, if they have one.
Of course his guitar buddy, Daniel took some heat: "I trusted Daniel because I thought he was kinda looking out for you. Now I find out he was smoking with you..." type of thing.
Jacob doesn't know if Bob is going to kick him out.
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