It was a nice warm Indian Summer evening, but still not a lot of traffic. Fortunately, we had a lot of "regulars" ("fans"?) to play for: Silly Patty, Janelle, taxi driver Sid, and some other drop-bys. I had the big amp, and the later it got, the quieter the road traffic, and the better I sounded/felt.
It turns out that the problem with starting at 7 (instead of 5) is that it doesn't seem like I've played nearly long enough until it's really late. The good part is that the quiet part of the evening comes sooner. The great part was having an attentive audience, willing and happy to hear some of the lesser-known or infrequently-attempted songs in The Book, like "The Water is Wide", "Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier", and "Bridge Over Troubled Water".
Patty, on finding out that it was Warren's birthday and that mine was the day before, went off and got us some amazing cookies at the bakery down the street, which came in handy at 10:30 when I finally decided to get home to bed. I'm always starving at the end of a gig.
Though it didn't seem like very many people stopped to listen, somehow 35 bucks showed up in the jar. I do remember one guy buying a CD. It was kinda funny though -- he had already put in a buck as a tip, then decided to buy a CD, so he put in a fiver, but also fished out his original dollar. Technically correct, sure, but it seemed a bit petty.
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