It is exactly 9:12 in the evening, and the 9:12 street car is due to go by any minute now. I used to get on that thing every night; and would arrive at the Lilly Pad at just about the same time. That helped the other street people in the block kind of regulate around me a bit.
If there was anyone else playing at the spot, they would have started early enough to get in x amount of time before I showed up.
It was pretty much understood that to be able to play in a residential area, you are subject to the residents running you off or the cops doing their bidding.
So, there was never a problem with Lilly running anyone off, but maybe just telling them that her friend usually showed up at about 9:40 p.m. and that she had told him that he could have the spot; whereupon the people might assure her that they would be done by then, and so the spot kind of got shared that way. Lilly being the key to it all.
But, now, as I sit here and am so reluctant to go out, I wonder if it is some kind of psychological aversion to going out. I can remember feeling this way before, and then, after getting out there and playing for just a little while, wondering why I hadn't gone out earlier, type of thing.
I suppose it is the bagging up of the gear and the ride on the bike through the chilly air; and then the setting up of all the stuff, which includes the little amp now.
That amp might become a sign to other musicians to bring amps, which might draw the ire of Lilly. So maybe all things work to the good.
I am going to be out of everything if I don't go, so I guess I'll stop using this blog as an excuse to stay in any longer...
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