The look on my face is kind of stupid, but I still like this picture of me. This is me drumming at Rock Island at Pat’s going-away party. The chick in the foreground of the picture was doing a bold bit of self-promotion and instead of doing the karaoke, picked up the guitar and did her own original song instead. She asked me to come play drums for her since she’d seen me playing before, so I had to make something up on the spot. With the bar owner coming up to play bass, it was as close to a show experience as I’ve had in a damn long time. I wish I’d passed my number to her, in case she needs a drummer some other time—the song was actually pretty good—but by the time the thought crossed my mind, she had already left.
(I’d like to look at my own pix from the night—this one is Pat’s—but my $%^&ing camera cord has disappeared into the ether.)