Sometimes you just got to go with what you’ve got.
Getting ready for Shine’s Surf Night yesterday included running through the set without the benefit of a band. Wow, the old fingers were exceedingly bulky. They had a mind of their own. My brain said, “fifth fret, low E.” But the fingers went wherever they pleased. My brain responded, “We’re going to screw up this puppy tonight.”
By mid afternoon, however, any trepidation subsided. Alfred E. Neuman’s mantra took over, “What, me worry?” Worrying just… Read more