Neither the German nor Chinese people who had promised on Saturday to come back to see me again actually showed up, of course. Fortunately, I had sweet little aging hippie Robin come by and stay for almost the whole night. She loves my stuff, and unfailingly reminds me that she has my CD at home. I tried to play other songs that I'm working on or that were at least different from what she's heard before, but she eventually complained that she likes "Original Keith" better, meaning, I guess, that she wanted me to play the songs from the CD. I guess James Taylor has that same problem with "Fire and Rain"...
There were two families come by with little girls, so I played some kids' songs and gave out some finger lights. A little while later a man came up and asked me if I "had any more of those". I fished a few out, presumably for his (unseen) kids, and then he asked me "How much are they?" Unclear on the concept. I'm not really there to sell toys, though that might be a thing that would work. Not sure the cops would like the idea, though.
I ended up with 20 bucks in the jar, 10 times less than Saturday night just three days prior. I think the numbers may be trying to tell me something: "Don't quit your day job."
Click 'Play' if you've got 4 minutes to spare listenin' to me ramblin' on about this gig.
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