Saturday, January 20, 2007
I Miss the Cheers Open Mic
I wonder how Blind Orange Julius is doing? I miss that cat. I miss his sense of humor, timing, and cool songs he'd bring to the open mic/sore with and WithOut 12-String Andy. I'll bet HE's finer than a frog's freckle, and handing out grins like fliers on a big city street.
I needed that. I'm going through a tough time right now, for reasons to numerous to mention so early on a Saturday morning. While I'm by no means finer than a frog's freckle, reading Shawn say a couple of nice things about me made my night.
Honestly, I'm amazed that anyone remembers me for anything. Sunday nights at Cheers were a big part of my life for a couple of years, I was their religiously (well, better than religiously because I rarely get to church anymore), first with 957, later just me and TSA. I've been told that I had a lot to do with the success of that open mic. I've been told I had a lot to do with the success of the Dunn Bros. open mic. That shit just amazes me.
I'm an idiot. Sometimes I pick up a harmonica, or, worse yet, a guitar, and show what a complete idiot I can be. I always figured if I was remembered for anything that it'd be as that guy who should have been so embarassed.
Nice words are nice words, even if I didn't get around to reading them for six months. Blow my mind. And let it be know that I was never awarded Drunkest Human in the Bar, but I think I was disqualified because the host liked me.