Keith at Laguna Beach -- 27July2012

I wasn't really thinking about going down to Laguna again already, but my wife and daughter decided to go see the new dance movie, and there didn't seem to be much point in sitting home alone…

There were less people out than on Tuesday -- maybe they were all at home watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. But there were still plenty enough people to make it fun, and I brought home $63 in tips.

But the best part was the nicely-dressed lady who came up and stared at my song list for a while, but declined to make a request off of it. Then she told me that she worked across the street at "Chico's", and that they had loved my music and had turned off the in-store radio so they could listen in better. And she had decided to come over to give me a dollar, and say so.

First off, I was horrified to hear that I was loud enough that they could listen in from a store across the street and down one. I guess the crate that the amp is in restricts how loud it seems to be to me, while letting sound fly out the front at unimaginable volume. I'll have to check into that…

But second (and of course I was too dim-witted to think of this while she was still there), it occurred to me that, if they liked me that much, maybe they'd let me perform in or in front of their main-drag store on Art Walk night, next Thursday. When I thought of this, I wanted to go over and ask her, but it was closing time (7:30) and I think she had come by on her way out, and also I couldn't wander off and let someone else snag my prime spot. So now my challenge is to find her again and find out what she thinks of that idea, before Thursday.

K&W at Laguna Beach -- 24July2012

Another great night on the corner in Laguna. It's tourist season, so there's lots of people out, and lots of them are up for the "authentic Laguna Street Music experience. Or hungry for ice cream -- not sure which.

We had lots of listeners, and collected lots of tips, but the clincher was when my sweet lady doctor finally made good on her promise to come see me play sometime. She lives somewhere nearby in Laguna, so she came by after work, though that proved to be almost 9:00. The good part about that was that she had us pretty much to herself by that point. She brought two cute daughters, who she kept sending up with more and more money, and I'm pretty sure that she contributed about $50 of the evening's record $125 take, all by herself -- though, even without her participation, we were already breaking the record. Not bad for a Tuesday.

K&W at Laguna Beach -- 21July2012

Warren’s other music partner, Jim, had to leave early from their usual Saturday evening gig in Laguna, so Warren invited me to come down and take Jim’s place around 5:00. Since that pretty much guaranteed our having the prime “Greeter’s Corner” stage for the evening, I jumped on it.

It being a summer Saturday, there was lots of competition, across the street in both directions. Of the two, the worst was the jazz sax with drums on the ocean side of PCH. If that guy ever landed on a recognizable tune, I sure never caught it. Fortunately, while I was playing, it wasn’t too loud to deal with.

Otherwise, it was a pretty normal evening. Lots of people out, mostly zooming past, but plenty of folks slowing down to take notice, too. And lots of people buying ice cream and settling in on the benches to eat it, constituting an audience whether they want to or not. Fortunately, most of them seem to become interested, and my "pick a song from the list" methodology helps to drag them in.

No trouble with the cops about the amplifier use, and $75 in the jar -- so a good night, any way you look at it.

Keith at Irvine Spectrum -- 20July2012

A much slower night than the Saturdays have been, but still fun. The official "shift" is 6:00 to 10:00, but it really seems pointless to start at 6 on a work night -- there's nobody out that early. Of course, it works as a warm-up period for me, so maybe it's OK. I can get those initial jitters out of the way, get my voice and fingers warmed up, and be fully in the swing by the time the real traffic starts up.

It was opening night of the new Batman movie, so I assume that a lot of the people zooming by were on their way to the theaters. I saw a lot of Batman T-shirts. Maybe that accounts for some of the lack of traffic, too.

Not a lot of little kids out at first, but a Kid Dance Party started up later in the evening. After a few songs, I climbed down and sat on the edge of the stage for a Mom Picture Party with a bunch of the kids around me. Then I brought a little girl (maybe 4 years old) around to sit between my knees, lifted the guitar up over her to sit in front of both of us, and let her strum (with a little help) while I handled the chords and sang "Twinkle Twinkle". She was a little baffled by all this, but her mom was thrilled.

It being a Friday, and Spectrum being literally across the street from work, I invited everybody to come over and see me. As expected, no one did, except the one guy who I *didn't* invite, because he lives in Colorado, who had just flown in (with family in tow) for the week, was looking for a restaurant, and accidentally came upon me as I was setting up. He said they'd come back by afterwards when I'd be playing, but, as expected, they didn't. Oh well.

Anyway, it's kind of nice playing at this stage, 'cuz the people who settle in on the planter-box benches are clearly there to listen to me, unlike the food court where they could just be there 'cuz the chairs are comfy. It's gratifying when people are strolling past, get caught up in a song, find a place to sit, and stay for a while.

The day before, I'd stopped at the Goodwill Store and bought some really great "working" cowboy boots. I know it sounds silly, but wearing cowboy boots makes me "braver", and I felt quite a bit looser up there singing and dance/shuffling around in them. Not to mention that the soles are nice and flat and click the harmony box's buttons a lot more reliably than my hiking boots' too-textured soles do.

There was $93 in the jar, just about half what the Saturdays have been. I also didn't sell many CDs this time, except for the three that went to a set of little kids whose mom was too busy with her phone call to police the fact that they were taking one each. But that's OK -- they helped clean out the really crappy colored CD cases that I shouldn't have bought and have been embarrassed to be selling anyway.

Keith at Irvine Spectrum -- 14July2012

Not as many people out this time. They might have been scared off by the hot muggy days before this one, but it was actually quite nice. So I played to a steady but small stream of people, and never even got a kid party started. But there was always someone to play for, and I had fun.

At one point, a family showed up with three kids who had seen me there before, and remembered my songs. The two-year-old came up and mumbled something that I managed to decode as "Twinkle Twinkle", and the older daughter wanted to hear "Woody!" (which meant "You've Got a Friend in Me" from "Toy Story"). It's great to have "fans".

It didn't seem like very many people were coming up to ask for songs but apparently there were, because I sold 15 CDs and there was $180 in the jar. Sometimes even the nights that felt just "fair" were actually "darn good".

Keith in Laguna Beach -- 08July2012

I went down at 4:45 and played for a while in the Acoustic Alley hallway, and did OK, but it started to get really thin around 6:30, so I figured it was dinnertime, and that ought to apply to me, too.  So I packed up, thinking I'd find some dinner and come back and play a little later.

But I don't know the area at all, and just started walking towards the ocean, when I ran into Steven who seems to be down there a lot, so I asked him where I could get a burger.  Being vegetarian, he didn't exactly know, but knew of Johnny Rockets, and thought there was another burger place "further down".  So I started walking north, and had decided to just do Johnny Rockets and get it over with, but it was jammed.  Giving up on that, I started walking, looking for this other place.

And walking, and walking.  Dragging the roller-crate, and with my guitar strapped on my back.  I kept walking, thinking that it would be a shame to give up if it was just on the next intersection.  And then I thought that I might be able to get back to downtown on the free shuttle, so I figured I could go further.  And further.

I never did find it, and there weren't any return shuttles, either.  And somewhere along the way, my clip-on guitar tuner got knocked off, so I had to walk *back* for a quarter of the route, thinking I might remember where I had hit something.  Never found that, either.

I ended up having a gas station muffin and a bottle of Mountain Dew for dinner, sitting on a planterbox in front of a hotel, watching the cars go by on PCH.  A career high, it wasn't.

And when I got back to the street, there were people already set up at the main and secondary corners and the hallway, and it was 8:30, so I just admitted defeat and went home.  I guess they can't all be winners...

Keith (and Warren!) at Laguna Art Walk -- 05July2012

Susie had another friend's band in her "Twig" shop this time, so I decided to go see what Art Walk looks like downtown. Coincidentally, Jim was out of town, so Warren (and the traditional Jim & Warren setup spot at Greeter's Corner) was available. I wasn't sure I'd be brave enough to set up there on the "Main Stage", nor brave enough to fire up my clandestine amp rig in so public a spot, but I was determined to try -- and when I got there at 4:45, there was no one else playing at all, so I really didn't have any excuse.

This was the same spot that I had played at with Warren the very first time I went down there. And at which we got busted for using amplifiers when the kid working in the ice cream store that we're right in front of called the cops to get rid of us so he could crank his indie-rock radio station. I've been paranoid about amp use ever since.

So I got set up and started playing, and a nice man was sitting on the bench, listening and clapping, right away. After a few songs, he said, "You could play louder!", but I explained that I wasn't technically allowed to have an amp at all. He said, "But the people like it", and I said, "That may be so, but the cops don't". He said that the cops don't really come by, and I said, "Even so...".

He got up and said, "Well, if you need any water or ice cream, let me know", and wandered back into the ice cream shop, since (it turns out), he's the owner. Talk about irony! The owner of the shop I'm most afraid of bothering, asking me to turn it up...

And I kind of did. As the foot and car traffic got louder, I had to gradually turn it up to compensate. (And then as it tapered off toward the end, I never did turn it back down, and seemed pretty brazenly loud by 10:00.) Around 10:30, my battery pack gave up, and my feet, back, and fingers weren't far behind, so the concert was suddenly over. As we were packing up, the two cars and an ATV full of cops screamed up, lights flashing, and were rousting some kid for something. I asked Warren, "Was he using an amp?"

Lots and lots of traffic, but most folks seem to be on their way somewhere, and loathe to stop, even when they exclaim, "I love this song!" or start singing along as they speed by. That's kind of frustrating. But some people stop and listen, and it's kind of fun trying to find the formula that'll stop more of them. I'm actually finding that it's the nostalgic "crooners": "Over the Rainbow", "Homeward Bound", "You've Got a Friend", etc. that work the best.

Early on, the young families are out, and when I spotted the little girl with the Little Mermaid sweatshirt, I fired up "Part of Your World", to much delight. And one dad asked for "Rainbow Connection", but his little girl was more interested in how the guitar works than the song itself. I crouched down, mid-song, so she could get a closer look, and she interjected a well-timed strummed-chord flourish while I was fingerpicking further back.

But mostly we were overshadowed by the bluegrass kid who had a standup bass player with him and set up on the opposite corner. They sounded *really* good, and were novel and exciting, and pretty much stole our thunder, and rightly so. If I hadn't'a been playing myself, I'd'a been over there listening, too.

We cleared $58 anyway, which is a new street-playing record, and pretty good considering the lower-than-expected turnout due to the gloomy weather, and the bluegrass distraction. And it was fun, and a good confidence-builder for me to play with the amp for 5 hours without getting busted once.

And, after we packed up, street-regular Peter fired up Steven's guitar for an impromptu Neil Young jam, with the motley crew of Laguna People that was still around so late. I don't do/know a lot of his songs, but I joined in with the ones I do, and faked the ones I don't. I learned that when looney-tunes people (like "Wiggles-Like-A-Glowworm" Sara) decide that they know the lyrics better than you, you'd best just let 'em have it their way.

But it was a School Night after all, so at 11:00 I was very glad that I'd paid the two bucks for the parking meter two blocks away at sea level, and went home.

Keith at Laguna Beach -- 04July2012

They were predicting 100,000 people to turn out for the 4th of July fireworks, but the gloomy weather stunted that number. But I went down anyway, hoping it might burn off.

So I got there at 2:00, very early, for fear of the traffic and parking. Traffic wasn't bad, but I did end up parked at a new record height up the hill. At this rate, after a few more gigs I'll be hiking in from a parking spot somewhere in Long Beach...

So early, nobody else was playing on the street, so I set up in Acoustic Alley and played without the amp at first, but I got brave enough after a while and got much better responses with a little volume and harmony. Still, the afternoon crowd seems to always have somewhere to get to, and a lot of people rush on by. Except the group of 8 or 10 teens who happened to be going through the corridor when I hit the "Na na" ending of "Hey Jude" and loudly joined in.

So around 5:00 I thought I'd go find some dinner, and play some more later. But I got roped in by Steven, who was playing at Greeter's Corner. I finally had my clip-on tuner, so I was able to down-tune a half-step to match his guitar, and play along much better.

Unfortunately, he sings higher than I do, so I could play along, but my trying to add on some vocal harmony to his songs was pretty tough. And he's much younger than me, so we don't have much overlap of songs we know -- except Beatles. But even there, since he strums, he does stuff like "Hold Your Hand" and "Day Tripper", while I do "If I Fell, "Let It Be", and "In My Life".

But it was fun anyway, trying to keep up and add something useful, although he wasn't making much headway with the (far larger) throng passing by, either. It's hard to explain, but he seems to be "just playing", and people don't stop to listen the way that they do for me. I think I sound more like a "performance" and less like "just songs". Or something.

Anyway, I hung out with him for a while, but it wasn't really working so I left to test out some other location options. I set up at the weird green spiral art-bench, and didn't really expect much -- I was just trying the spot out. But although the crowd was much thinner, many more of them slowed down or stopped to listen (and tip). It was weird. And nice.

But tomorrow was a work day, so I gave up at 8:30, after a group of young girls with patriotic paint on their cheeks stopped to help me sing Taylor Swift's "Mean" while a mom took a dozen pictures. That's always fun. I meant to try to snag some of the massive exodus after the fireworks, but they weren't scheduled to even start until 9:30, so I gave up on that plan.

There was a surprising $27 in the jar when I got home, and five English pennies, for some reason. Back again tomorrow night for Art Walk!

Keith at Laguna Beach -- 30June2012

Well, I found a cheap roller crate thingie, and successfully rigged up a battery powered amp with harmony box inside it, so I was obliged to take it down and try it out in Laguna.  My minimum set of stuff fits in there perfectly, with just enough room for the required bottle of Mountain Dew.

It worked out quite well, actually, with the wireless mic's receiver at the bottom of the crate with its antennas already extended, and everything pre-connected except for the harmony box, which has to be outside so I can step on its buttons.  I velcro-wrapped its four cables into a nice collected umbilical, so I just have to roll up to where I want to play, pop the top of the crate, unload the music stand and book, CDs, tip jar, standup sign, and harmony box, feed the umbilical out and plug in the 4 plugs, run the separate guitar cord out, turn on the amp and battery pack, put the top back on, and arrange the "merch" on it (further disguising its real purpose), strap on the guitar and wireless mic, and start playing.

Hmmm.  It may sound like a lot, but compared to the setup and teardown of my usual Real Gig rig, it's a dream.

It's tricky, though.  In a standard gig, I can assume that nobody can hear the acoustic sound of the guitar or my voice -- that all they hear is what's coming out of the speakers.  With this "close-proximity" sort of gig, people can hear me directly as much as I'm willing to crank the sound coming out of the amp.  So, they're hearing the guitar and the main vocal from two places (directly and the amp), but the harmony vocal created by the harmony box is only coming from the amp.  This make it really tricky to get a proper mix between the three components, and it took me quite a while to get something that I think was working well (though it's hard to tell since I'm so close to the sources of two of them).

And at first, it was kind of moot -- I got there at 4:45, when there were no other players out yet, so I got into Acoustic Alley, where I don't really need an amp at all (though I do like the enhancement of the harmony).  I set up without the amp at first, played a few songs to get comfortable, and then fired it all up.  But because it was a summer Saturday, there were a bunch of junior police(wo)men out directing traffic, and one of them seemed to think that right out in front of me was a good place to keep the cars moving down Forest Street.  She probably couldn't hear me at all most of the time (especially when the ubiquitous Harleys came by), nor was she probably at all interested in my amplifier transgression, but I'm still pretty paranoid about it, so I stashed the clandestine gear and played acoustic for a long time until she was gone.

The passers-by seemed pretty disinterested though, this time.I got only a few people to stop and listed for a while, but lots of people gave me a smile, and that's close enough to keep me playing.  By 8:00, I was starving, so I packed up and ate some trail mix as I rolled down to Greeter's Corner to see how Jim & Warren were doing.  They were just packing up, too, and another guy (Tom) was in the wings, playing already in anticipation of snagging the "main stage" there.

But it occurred to me that the main reason I had gone down there remained unfulfilled -- how would this new rig work out on a noisy, non-Alley, corner?  So I went down to the other end of Forest, and set up on the corner there, which has a pair of resting-place benches for people to hang out on.  It was getting late, so the traffic noise was abetting some, and a lot of the shops were closed so I was feeling less afraid of getting some shopkeeper mad enough to call the cops on me.  So I cranked it up a bit, and pulled in quite a few tips (for a new-record total of $41), and got some people to stop to hear a few out of the "on their way home" crowd (including a quite-drunk sing-along lady and her long lost friend, and the Russian couple who wanted to hear "Ho-tyel Cal-ee-for-nyah").  Apparently it *does* help to be actually audible.

By 10:15 though, the crowd had thinned and I decided that I needed to be closer to the action down at PCH.  But Tom was still going at it on the Corner, so I went on around, intending to go on home, but there was a little alcove off the sidewalk on the side of the art gallery, and since they were closed, I pulled up and sang a few more.  But even with the amp, the PCH traffic is pretty obnoxious, so I gave up at 10:45.

Besides, six hours of pretty continuous playing is a bit much, even for me.  Next time I'll try to show better judgment.  The new rig was quite a bit easier than my usual setup to drag back up the cliff, but I was still near-dead by the time I got back to my car.  I could try to find parking nearer to Forest Street next time, and take the $2 for the parking meter out of the tips, but it's the most exercise I get all week...

Keith at Irvine Spectrum -- 23June2012

A terrific, record breaking, night. Perfect weather and a summer Saturday brought out lots of people, and they all end up coming past the dead-center Main Stage at some point. And they were all apparently in the mood for some live music, 'cuz I had lots of people in front of the stage, on the planterbox benches, and when I'd remember to turn around, the tables were all full and sometimes there were people sitting on the fountain edge benches, all the way around.

I get lots of requests from the teens for Taylor Swift songs, so I learned her "Mean" song the day before. My wife and daughters came by, so I dragged my daughters up to sing it along with me, and they saved me from getting lost more than once. It's kinda tough to learn to play and sing a song that you've only heard a few times, but I'll get it. It's a cute song and it does seem to go over well.

Later on, one of my patented Kids' Dance Parties started up, and with the volume of traffic pouring by, it quickly snowballed into the biggest one ever. I had 15 or more kids at one point, and with the attendant parents, strollers, etc., we were clogging up the whole plaza to where people could hardly get through. Definitely a new record for "pulled in" audiences.

One of the moms was trying to get her kids situated to take a picture in front of me, so when that song ended, I got down on the edge of the stage to pose for one. Suddenly a half-dozen other moms were out, cameras in hand, rounding up their kids for a picture. That was odd, and fun.

Earlier that Saturday, I had checked my CD inventory and figured I'd better make some more up, just in case. So I had lots, I thought, when I put 22 CDs out. But at the end of the night, there were only 2 left. That's probably a record, too.

The fountain came on full-force at 10:30, a half hour later than last time. But I still had lots of people, so I just turned it up and kept playing anyway. About 15 minutes later, the horrible salsa-jazz muzak came back on, loudly, so I had to turn it up a little more. I was thinking, "Are they trying to get rid of me? What's next, guys with firehoses? Tear gas?"

The fountain shut off entirely at 11, but that just made the muzak more obnoxious, so although I tried to play some more, it was no use. When I finally gave up and quit, there was $183 in the jar, another new record. Also in the tip jar was a napkin-note saying, "You have a beautiful soulful sound. NICE", which is worth way more than the dollar bill it was wrapped in.

Keith at Fete de la Musique -- 16June2012

At Art Walk last week, a couple of people mentioned the "Fete de la Musique", which I'd never heard of, but turns out to be Laguna's annual street music festival. With only 9 days notice, and almost no web presence, I didn't think I could get in, but the organizer responded to my last-ditch email, must have liked what he saw on my webpage, and offered me a slot -- as long as I didn't need electricity.

I was already planning to build a battery-powered street-stealth amp rig, so I took the offer, and quickly finished the project, but using my real amp, not the little hide-able one. That involved buying a new battery for my battery-powered (but long dead) amp, and trying to figure out a way to power the AC adapter-powered harmony box and wireless mic receiver.

I got it all working by Friday, but that didn't give me any time to do battery-life tests on anything, so I wasn't sure if or when they'd die on me. I had to prepare to play the gig with fall-back setups for every possible failure -- all the way down to just playing acoustically, me and my guitar.

So I was completely prepared for something to go wrong, but it all worked perfectly, and with battery time to spare. And a pretty good time it was, too. I was stationed at the corner of PCH and Ocean, right across from Main Beach and the volleyball court, so I had a lot of foot traffic. And, unfortunately, a lot of car traffic, which wasn't half bad compared to the all-too-frequent Harley traffic... (I wonder what the Harley people are going to do when all vehicles are electric. Play recordings of loud obnoxious combustion engines as they go by? Amplify some 60-cycle hum?)

Anyway, it was fun to play out there and actually be audible. A lot of people breezed on by, but a lot of people stopped to listen. And a lot of people in cars stuck at the red light would roll down their windows to see what I was up to, and clap or give me the thumbs-up as they went past.

I had two little girls who dragged their parents to a stop and stayed to dance for 20 minutes or more. And the cute kids were a magnet for all the grammas going by, so I developed a little crowd for a while there.

And for a while I had a guy who was obviously not hitting on all cylinders, trying to sing along on these songs he clearly loved, but he'd long since lost his ability to keep stuff like that sorted out in his head. So I'd sing a line, which would remind him of the words, and he'd shout out the last word or two in the gap before the next line. It was sweet that he was so moved, but also *incredibly* distracting, and I had a real challenge keeping the song together. He "sang along" in his disjointed way for a half-dozen songs, and finally decided to go back to what he had come down for: holding up a sign in the "Legalize Marijuana" demonstration across the street at Main Beach. Dude, spun-out guys like you are *not* doing The Cause any favors!

The worst part, though, was when I was all done and had to drag the Equipment Choo-Choo back up the cliff to my car. Indeed, dreading the climb, I kept playing as long as I could, just waiting for it to cool down enough. I had to drag it backwards most of the way, stopping every 30 feet (that's 10 feet vertically) to rest. About 3/4 of the way there I decided that the equipment was cheaper than a heart attack, so I tucked it inside a vacant carport, walked the rest of the way to my car, and came back for it. Next time I have the full raft of stuff with me, I'm paying for parking at street level!

Keith at Twig, etc. -- 07June2012

Wow -- what a crazy, great, crazy-great night! I started out at Twig, as usual for the First Thursday "Art Walk". Had a pretty good turnout early on, and lots of fun with Susie, her life-of-the-party sister "Don't-Call-Me-Noni", and Noni's friend, all shaking my kids'-giveaway egg-rattles and baby tambourine, and singing along out on the sidewalk to "Don't Stop Believing". It's so much fun when it turns into a party...

But by 8:30 it seemed to be Over, so I packed up and was driving back up PCH by 9:00, and was surprised by how many people were still thronging the sidewalks. I decided to turn up Forest (the main "music street") to see if/who was still playing. As I went by "Greeter's Corner" where Jim & Warren usually play, I saw Warren, but no Jim. And half a block up there was a rare sight -- an empty parking spot -- so I snagged it.

April was holding forth in the Alley, as expected, but like every other time I've seen her, she was busy talking to someone, so I've never actually heard her allegedly great singing. Across the street from Warren was the fledgling Steven & Noah duo. I went over to see how "Jim & Warren" were doing, but it turned out that Jim had gotten delayed enough that it wasn't worth coming out, so Warren was soldiering on as a solo.

Not that he really wanted to -- he immediately asked me to get my guitar which was pretty close-by in my car, and we launched into whatever songs I thought I could remember all the words to without my Book, and could play Loud. I beat my poor index finger to a pulp, using it as a pick and strumming songs that I usually play with, shall we say, a bit more finesse.

Indeed, it was harder than usual to remember the words to the songs because my brain clearly has the words linked to the hand actions, and since I was playing them "wrong", the associations were broken. Weird how the brain works...

But we got through a bunch of classics, to much delight of the assembled cast of characters: Drunk Guy Who Wants to Sing, Crazy Spin-Dancing Lady, Maurice the Foreign Lothario, Mikey the new Greeter (who switches the Crazy Loon character on and off at will), and several Silent and Serious observers who got pulled in by the music. Not sure why this particular, peculiar, crew assembles around Warren and not, say, Steven and Noah right across the street...

Anyway, it was big fun. Warren has a mic on a stand that I was able to sing through while stress-testing my guitar strings. This was nice for two reasons: (1) I could be heard a bit better, and (2) it made me more confident (or less paranoid) about using a mic/amp on the streets. I'm now only 1 for 2, getting busted for amp use, instead of 1 for 1. That helps me decide to build up my own (subtly) amplified rig for street use.

Warren decided that he'd had enough about 10:00, and since my alarm goes off at 5:30, that seemed like a pretty good idea. But I couldn't resist going across the street to once again try to jam with Steven and Noah, despite their down-tuned guitars. They were celebrating a huge-tip night, due to the big turnout and Steven's aggressive approach where he hard-to-ignore-edly just asks passers-by if he can play a song for them. He usually tunes this to who they are, e.g., "Hey lovebirds, can we play a love song for you tonight?" It's way too bold for me, but it was really working -- people who were snagged in by it usually left a tip as well. Important for these guys who are apparently living on this...

After a while of that, I decided that I really did need to get to bed, so I walked back to my car by The Alley, and heard a kid banging away on a solo mandolin and singing old-timey Bluegrass stuff. Wow! I started to put my guitar back in the car, but just couldn't resist putting it back on and walking over to try to lend some guitar support.

I played along to that song and one other, figuring out the chords as we went, since I can't "read" mandolin chords like I can a guitar's. Three fashionable ladies surprised me by stopping to listen to the kid and his "down in the holler" style, telling us how great "we" were (I told them that it was "all him", and I was just strumming along), and asking him his story when the song was over.

His name is Zack, he's 16 (!), lives in Mission Viejo, and his dad taught him how to play. He plays in a couple of Bluegrass bands at festivals, mostly in Northern California. I was ready to play with him some more, but it was 11:00 and his mom pulled up to take him home to get to bed for school tomorrow, providing me with some apparently-needed collateral parental guidance as well.

All-in-all, a crazy fun musical night. Definitely need to do that again, even if my fingers still hurt...

Keith at Laguna Beach -- 03June2012

I had so much fun last Sunday that I decided to try playing the streets of Laguna Beach again. Of course, it wasn't Memorial Day weekend anymore, and the gloom that finally burned off inland was more persistent down by the beach, so it was a pretty low turnout. I played from 4:00 to 6, and only collected $7, though the smiles and thumbs-up were plentiful.

And I seem to be getting somewhat famous -- a guy came by who recognized me from my Farmer's Market gigs, and a lady stopped to somewhat inaccurately exclaim, "We saw you at Spectrum last week! You're really good!"

Early on I was visited by another local player, Steven, who probably wanted to set up in the Alley, but since I had beaten him to it, ended up at the Corner. He's probably also frustrated by the (lack of) acoustics over there, but since he strums, he's got a lot better chance of being heard than I do.

But when I quit at 6, I decided to go down and listen to him for a while -- "maybe put on a harmony", in the words of Joni Mitchell. I got there just in time to help another guy, Noah, improvise a shoestring strap for his beat-up old guitar -- he and Steven have apparently started experimenting as a duo.

Steven is quite good, plays well and knows a lot of songs, though not so many of the words thereto. He tends to sing a line of two and make up lyrics for the rest, sometimes consisting of "And this is the second verse of this song I don't know..." kinds of stuff. It's actually kind of charming.

Noah, on the other hand, is all over the map. He knows a lot of songs, and just bashes pieces of them out, willy-nilly. They got into a Beatles jag, but Noah favors the obscure ones (like "Girl" and "I'm Only Sleeping"). Steven tried to steer toward more well-known stuff ("Standing There", etc.), and Noah knows those, too, and sings the high harmony like a champ.

I sat on the bench opposite them, and since my guitar wasn't in a case, I could just strum along and hope to catch the passing tourists in a kind of reinforcing Surround Sound. But that was tricky since they have their guitars tuned down a half-step (presumably to make the songs easier to sing). It's nearly impossible to take songs written in, say, E, and play them in E-flat. But with some creative capoing, I had a blast trying to keep up.

Steven got Noah off of the (chunks of) Beatles tunes and started on a Credence set, playing songs he knew the chords to ("Proud Mary", "Up Around the Bend", and the particularly appropriate "Willy and the Poor Boys"), teaching them to Noah, but having to look up the words on his phone balanced on top of his guitar. He understandably thought I'd know those songs, and I do, but I don't actually play any of them 'cuz Fogerty sings way too high for me.

Anyway, crazy as it was, that public jam for an hour more than made up for the previous disappointing two. But as I was leaving, there seemed to be an uptick in traffic, as the 7pm dinner crowd was arriving. I guess I'll have to figure out by experience when the best times to play happen -- maybe earlier in the afternoon for the beach crowd, and then later on for dinner time?

Keith at Laguna Beach -- 28May2012

With the shutdown of my main gig at the Food Court, I'm suddenly interested in "diversifying my portfolio" -- i.e., having more places to play. Jim & Warren seem to be enjoying their twice-weekly attacks on Laguna Beach, so I thought I'd give that another go.

On Saturday afternoon, we took the dogs down there just to check it out and it encouraged me to go back on Sunday with my guitar -- but mindful of the city law against amplification without a permit, just acoustic -- no amp or harmony box. To make it even easier to carry, I zip-tied my tip jar to a light music stand, and made a "poster" slipped into the pockets of the songbook binder. A stack of cards fit into the lid of the tip jar, and I could throw a few songlists down. Everything (plus a bottle of Dew) fit into a backpack, with my guitar (without the case) over my other shoulder.

But when I got there about 4:00, a locally famous lady named April was belting out her 40's tunes in "Acoustic Alley" (an enclosed foot corridor that focuses sound, making it essentially the only place where a quiet instrument (like a guitar or voice) can be heard), and a guy was making a go of strumming on J&W's corner.

I went down PCH to try out some of the other spots I noted the day before, but since I've never seen anyone else play any of those places, I was afraid to. I experimentally strummed a little bit in one of the courtyards, but there was nobody coming in anyway, so I gave up. It was becoming clear that even if I got permission to play somewhere, I was completely inaudible.

So after a while I wandered back to the main street, but April was still in the Alley, and Steven was still on the corner. You'd think that in the whole of Laguna Beach, there'd be more than two places to play street music, but it really does boil down to those two places.

Anyway, I went down the street a ways and played inaudibly on a sidewalk bench for a spell. I didn't get the stuff out of the bag though, so it was just an experiment in what songs I could do from memory. After a while of that, it was coming on 6:00, so I decided to just go on home, but on one last check, April was gone from the Alley. I quickly moved in and stayed the rest of the night.

It's an interesting challenge. Unlike normal amplified gigs, the zone where you can be heard is very small. And since everyone is walking by, you have a very limited time, maybe 5 seconds, to make an impression or you've lost them. It definitely behooves you to (a) sound good, (b) be singing, not flipping pages, tuning, or playing the instrumental verse, and (c) play songs that everybody can recognize from any tiny snippet at any given point in the song.

These rules were pretty easy to figure out since I was playing off to the side of the walkway, and people either would, or would not, turn their heads to look at me, depending on their immediate 1-second impression. The tendency is to just keep looking forward and just go by -- it took *something* to turn their heads.

After figuring that out, getting that instant and anywhere-in-the-song recognition factor narrowed my already-narrowed "Street Songs" list to about 4: "Hotel California", "Hey Jude", "Country Roads", and the clear winner, "Over the Rainbow". Of course I played other songs anyway, just for my own entertainment ("I'm Yours" works for the younger kids and a lot of people remember "The Boxer"), but the really deeply-well-known songs are the ones that make people reach for their wallets. And it's so satisfying to overhear someone tell their friend, "Oh! I love this song!", and even better if they stop to hear it to the end.

I played from about 6 until 9, when it was getting pretty thin, and I was getting pretty hungry. Surprisingly, there was 32 bucks in the jar, almost as much as a winter night at Spectrum, and enough to interest me in doing it again sometime. With school letting out soon, I think even weekday evenings might be fun, but only if I can get into the Alley. (Or if I get brave enough to build a small, camouflaged, and battery-powered rig...)

Keith at MV Farmer's Market - 25May2012

I was re-invited to play at the Mission Viejo Farmer's Market, so I ditched a half-day's work to do it. Unfortunately, it was cold and drizzling, but the weather report said that it was only supposed to be partly cloudy, so I went down and hoped for the best.

It never really got cold or wet enough to shut me down, but it did keep the shoppers away pretty well. I played anyway, 'cuz it's just fun to play, and the later it got, the more people showed up, so it ended up not too bad.

When I got there, the public sound system was on, playing some nice background music. When I was ready to start, the maintenance guy, Chris, was nowhere to be found, but I had prepared for this last time by following him to see where the system was hidden. So I went and shut it down myself.

But halfway through the morning, it came back on again. I tried to just ignore it, but it bugs me that somebody is bound to be halfway between where I am and where their nearest speaker is, and they'll be really annoyed by the "half of each" sound they're getting. So I had to quit playing and walk back to the far room where the system is and shut it down again. Next time (I'm already scheduled for June), I'll have to ask Chris to try to refrain from turning it back on until I'm gone.

But it was fun. Even though it was outdoors, it was nice and quiet so the sound was pretty good, which is always fun for me. And, although only a few people came over to sit and listen a spell, lots of people went to the trouble to walk over and put some money in the jar, so I guess they could hear me and were enjoying it as they were shopping, which is, I guess, the point.

Keith at Irvine Spectrum Myrtle Court -- 19May2012

The Irvine Spectrum Center management suddenly and inexplicably decided to stop hosting live music at the Food Court, though they're keeping the Myrtle Court stage. I've been playing almost exclusively at the Food Court, because they don't (didn't) charge a $50 "setup fee" for that one like they do for the Myrtle Court. This is presumably because the Food Court kinda sucks, and if they charged for it, no one would come.

The sudden change cancelled two already-booked gigs at the Food Court, but since I've been doing pretty well in tips lately (and rather than being suddenly retired), I signed up for the only remaining May opening at Myrtle Court, and with some trepidation, sent in the $50 fee. I'm not in this for the money, but it's kinda nice to bring home *something* for the trouble of going out there (not to mention the 40 years of practice to get to the point where I even *can* go out there). It's irksome to have to hand over a chunk of the tips, but I guess as long as I come out not-too-negative, it's the cost of a night out having fun.

Anyway, all day Saturday, I was freaking out about playing the "Main Stage", indeed now, the *only* stage, and having paid the fee, it seemed somehow proportionately Important to Do Good. And, having played the Food Court stage dozens of times now, I'm quite settled in, but I've only played at Myrtle Court a few times, so there was also the fear of the unfamiliar.

Myrtle Court has a long rectangular fountain with tables along the sides, and the stage is at one end, right in the middle of the main thoroughfare. You're essentially standing on a tide-breaker, where the traffic has to split in two around you. You also have to decide: if you face north, you're looking at (and singing to) the rows of tables and chairs along the fountain, but if you face south, you're facing into the foot-traffic flow, and might be able to snag a few interested parties from out of that tide.

But in the few other times I've played that stage, I pretty much decided to face the traffic, despite the temptation to play for people who are static and possibly demonstrably interested. But, facing south, there are two big planter-box benches for people to sit on and an up-close little plaza for standing people and dancing kids, so you can accumulate a little "audience", (not to mention that all those walking people are necessarily walking by the tip jar ).

I ended up kind of splitting the difference and set up with one speaker facing each direction. The "Court" is enclosed (except being open to the sky), and you get some good acoustic "containment" anyway, so the sound is good and loud enough everywhere. I mainly played into the traffic flow, but I also did a lot of turning around to face the tables when I knew the song well enough to not need the book and there were no harmony-box button presses.

And I had a blast! It was so different to have people, however mobile, that are close enough to actually see and therefore interact with. And the people on the planter boxes are close enough that they'll actually get up to take a look at the song list, unlike at the Food Court where even if they're listening, it's too intimidating to walk all the way across the big plaza to my table. And there were *lots* of people. Most of them just walk on by of course, but lots of them stayed for a song or three. And I almost never had that Dead Silence thing that's so prevalent at the Food Court. Several of the big groups at the tables seemed to be there for hours, though it's not certain if that was to hear me, or that they just had nowhere else to go...

I got one kid party going, though I didn't give out any fingerlights, mostly 'cuz I just never thought of it, it being so brightly lit there. I did have 4 or 5 little Muslim tweens that played my tambourine along with some newer tunes, and whom I "let" talk me into playing Justin Bieber's "Baby". And it was Prom Night for a lot of Seniors, so there were lots of them parading around the place, which was fun.

Especially toward the end of the evening, I had several couples that just sat down on the planter boxes and hung out, asking for song after song. I *love* that. Also an elderly Indian guy who was there for a couple of hours, and had an unerring ability to ask for my very best tunes, as if he had had a peek at the "Favorites" list. Dude, your fiver is in the mail.

Anyway, now I'm asking myself why I haven't been playing this stage all along. Obviously, it's the 50 bucks. It's especially bothersome if, at the end of the evening, "they" made more for my labor than I did. So I was anxious to get home and count up the tip jar, just to find out "the score". It came to twelve cents short of a hundred bucks. Twelve. Cents.

But let's round *up* and call it even! Not to mention that I had a great time! It's *way* more fun than the Food Court, so I'm definitely gonna sign up for more. Unfortunately, with no notice about the Food Court cancellations, the May and June dates for Myrtle Court are mostly full, but I'm gonna get what I can! Here I thought I was involuntarily just about musically retired, but I'm actually revitalized! Can't wait for the next one!

Keith at 5K Run -- 16May2012

A guy from Kaiser Permanente saw me at Spectrum and liked me enough that he called to hire me to play an outdoor meeting he was holding for some international guests. But the weather turned cold for the day of the meeting, so the gig was cancelled. A few weeks later, I was surprised to get a check in the mail, so I asked them to book me sometime to "work it off", and finally got a call to come play for the company's Health Fair 5K run. Weird, but since I'd already gotten paid...

It was in a park in Long Beach, but they set me up a little stage -- with balloons! Unfortunately, I wasn't really what the coordinator, Tiffany, was hoping for -- she wanted "Pump it up!" music, and that's not exactly what I'm good at. Of course, I tried to oblige anyway, and played my most upbeat tunes, and it wasn't *too* bad.

I was set up right across from the start/finish line, and I mainly played for the people waiting to get started. It wasn't really an "audience" kind of situation, but I did score one little fan, Ida, who listened for a while and then took advantage of the "Make a Poster" booth to show her regards.

Anyway, I'm glad I got paid, 'cuz it was more awkward than fun. But maybe it'll lead to some more appropriate gigs out there someday -- a lot of people heard me and threw some appreciative comments my way, and I gave a stack of cards to the coordinator to pass out to her friends, so maybe they'll seek me out for upcoming, lower-key, events.

Keith at Irvine Spectrum -- 12May2012

An inexplicably subdued evening. The weather was nice all day, but turned surprisingly cold after sunset. Not much response from the people most of the night, for some reason.

But it was also Acacia's Prom Night, and the theme was 40's "USO Show". At Daleen's suggestion, the kids met for dinner at the Spectrum Ruby's (which is 50's themed, but close enough), and then they came over to see me briefly before they went on to the prom. I played "Mister Postman" (I know: 60's -- but again, close enough) so they could warm up their dancing legs. They caused quite a stir for a while there.

Even before I got started, there were three Japanese ladies sitting on the planterbox behind me. I gave them a song list and let them chatter their way through it as I got set up. When I was ready to start, I asked which song they had decided on, and the spokesman for the group proclaimed "Reetahl Mahmaid!", by which she meant "Part of Your World" from the movie "Little Mermaid". That was unexpected, but of course I played it for them (after a few "grownup" songs to get started with). They were sweet and enthusiastic, and later on they asked for "Let It Be" before hustling off, presumably to catch "The Avengers" like the rest of the world.

I had a few little kids, and gave away some fingerlights to some teens, but never really got anything going. Still, there were at least a few people out there listening, so I kept playing until 11:15 when I announced that the next one was going to be my last song.

And just then, a young couple of my actual Facebook fans showed up, asking for -- and slow-dancing to -- some love songs, so I ended up playing for another hour. They've seen me play several times before, and they were the only ones left, so I had fun playing some different kinds of stuff for them: "To Make You Feel My Love", and "Ballad of Love and Hate", "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes". I don't mind playing what people want to hear -- it's why I show up -- but it's nice to get to break out of that Top Twenty once in a while.

Renaissance Faire -- 06May2012

Two years ago, Acacia fell in love with the Ren Faire, as I knew she would, and this year she put together a van full of kids, and then some, for a full-on expedition. We left at 7:30am to pick up kids in Costa Mesa, Huntington, and Long Beach, on our way to make the Opening Ceremony in Irwindale.

Everyone was in costume -- even the boys -- but that's as you'd expect of OCHSA kids. Acacia's musical genius boyfriend, Reid, brought along his tenor recorder which we hung around his neck with some twine like it was a sword. He even had use of it when he jumped right in with some street music people in the afternoon, despite never having heard those tunes before.

The weather was perfect, and we practically had the place to ourselves for the first half of the day. The layout of the place had changed from the two years before -- a new "Golden Jubilee" stage was added for this 50th anniversary Faire, and some of the other stages moved, upgraded, and up-sized. They also addressed my biggest complaint (that the Faire was one long serpentine track that you had to wander into, and then all the way back out of) by cutting some paths through at the tops of the loops, so you can take the shortcuts when you're tired and ready to go home.

A new feature of the Faire this year is a group called "The Fantastikals", which are "fae, nymphs, fairies and spirits". They were several girls with elaborate makeup and costumes, scattered around the Faire, acting "mystical". They never talk, and don't directly interact with anyone. Acacia was enthralled, and desperately wants to "be one" next year. She might have a chance, too -- they were all tall, slender, and pretty, and their main requirement/skill is acting aloof and kinda strange. No problem!

Because of the lack of crowds, we were able to see most of the artisan booths before lunch. The kids could just walk up and see what they wanted to see, and they (and I, as The Dad for the day) could keep track of each other and not get separated and lost.

We went back to the van for lunch, and as I swung around to get back out, the backside of my ancient khaki pants split wide open. The cloth was just dissolving, and I'd already fixed several split-open spots the day before. Indeed, I'd *almost* been clever enough to bring a backup pair of pants, but forgot. I borrowed Acacia's apron, and just tied it around my waist backwards. She was actually somewhat relieved to be rid of some of the mountain of cloth she was carrying around in her three layers of skirting. It was a bit strange of a wardrobe feature, to have a "train" hanging out from under my shirt in the back, but less attention-getting at The Faire than anywhere else I can think of...

After lunch, we ran into an Elizabethan lady's man in the street. He proceeded to flatter and woo each of the girls (and Reid!) with hand-kissing and Shakespearean compliments, to much amusement of the rest of the kids. He was very good -- smooth but not too sleazy, comically forward, but not so much that it scared the girls away. Give that man a raise.

After that, we looked up some shows. First was a reunion of "Cock and Feathers", the most famous troupe/show from the early days of the Faire, back when we used to go in the 70's. The old guys still had it, but the venue was noisy so you couldn't hear the jokes, puns, and double-entendres that make the show unless you were in the first 3 or 4 rows, which we weren't. A few of the kids wandered off at that point, but the rest of us stayed, and afterward saw a great one-man show with Will Shakespeare himself recapping the story of "Hamlet" in everyday modern terms (who knew that Rosencrantz sounds exactly like Keanu Reeves?). Really well-done, funny, and incidentally educational -- I had never really grasped the whole complicated story there before.

After that, we saw "Moonie", who was just as funny the 4th time as the first, despite the show being identical, year after year. After that, the kids wanted to do some more shopping, and after a while I left them alone to go see the "Dread Crew of Oddwood" band. They're what a heavy metal band would have been in pirate days, singing about pillaging, looting, plank-walking, etc. Really great, rowdy, cacophonous, banging and bellowing stuff.

I went back and found the kids, and walking past, we were drawn in by "Paleo Circa", an anachronistically amplified but rockin' fiddle-tune dance band. The girls were swept up in the rhythms, and danced with glee, dragging the boys along. One of those terrific, "Only at the Faire" kinds of moments.

I finally managed to herd the group back into the van, stopped and bought them some dinner on the way home, deposited them all back at their respective houses, and got ourselves home a little after 9:00. Quite a day -- I'm in to do it again next year!

P.S. Lots more pictures -- click here.

Keith at Irvine Spectrum -- 28Apr2012

Although it was supposed to be warmer yet than last night, a cold wind kicked up and it was quite a bit colder. But there were lots of people out -- fooled by the weatherman, I guess.

This was the "make up" gig for the double-booked Friday last week, and I chose the only open Saturday that was offered, but it meant that I had two gigs in a row. I was afraid that I'd be too tired or sore (fingers, knees, feet), but it wasn't too bad at all. I guess I'm not as old or wimpy as I think I am.

I usually don't play a Friday and Saturday on the same weekend to compare the two side-by-side, but they were interestingly different. Saturday had more people out, but they all seemed to be Doing Something and so hurrying by, where Friday's people seemed to be more Strolling, so they had time to stop and listen. Way more kids on Friday, too. Not sure why, so maybe the differences are just luck-of-the-draw and not really date-dependent, but it was a surprisingly different feel.

Indeed, expecting as many kids as the night before, I had actually worked up a new Dance song ("It's My Party" -- one of my favorites due to the very clever chord progression), but never got a chance to pull it out 'cuz there just weren't enough kids. Maybe next time.

I also decided to set up the video cameras again. I'm not really sure what I was thinking -- it's been quite a while since I've built a song video, but I don't have access to the Mac anymore, so I really can't do one anyway. I guess I'll have some raw footage to work with if I ever get ahold of a decent computer again. Or maybe I'll see what I can do on the iPad.

Anyway, I had people out there listening most of the time (and my brother and his wife for a while), and although it didn't seem like a lot of people were coming up to the table, I had $136 in the jar by the night, and had sold five "Favorites" CDs and three "Waltzing with Bears". The high point of the gig was when I was playing Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight", and a couple jumped up and started slow dancing. That happens once in a while, but this time it kind of choked me up to where it was hard to finish singing the thing.

At one point late in the evening, some people were (finally!) up at the table, asking for songs and standing there to actually listen to them and scanning the list to ask for more. Other people noticed them and came up too, 'til I had a bit of a Request War going on. I spend hours just begging for someone to request a song, and then suddenly I get three groups of people fighting over me. People are funny.

Keith at Irvine Spectrum -- 27Apr2012

Finally! Wonderful weather, and the people were out accordingly. I had way more little kids dancing than ever before, to the point where I was running out of dance songs to play for them, and after the initial set was gone, a whole new set of kids showed up and I had to repeat a bunch of them.

Fortunately, I love playing for kids. I had one little thee-year-old blonde girl come over and stare right at me with a completely blank face, as only tiny kids can do. I stared right back and started up "Twinkle Twinkle", and watched her dissolve into an ear-to-ear grin, with a delighted glance back at her mom. You can just see their little brains click: "Hey! I recognize this!"

With the summer coming and the time change, I had to use the newly-printed paper copies of the iPad music book for the first couple of hours. It definitely feels primitive to have to flip though the pages looking for the right song alphabetically, but the pages/fonts seemed *huge* after I was able to switch to the iPad, so there's that trade-off...

Late in the evening, the Cutest Thing Ever happened. I was between songs and a young family stopped over at the side. The curly-headed two-year-old in the gigantic fuzzy purple coat wandered forward with a big smile and her little hand up in the air, in the universal "Hold my hand" gesture of all toddlers. I went over to the edge of the stage to meet her, and took her little hand for a couple of seconds, which seemed to be enough 'cuz she smiled even bigger and toddled back to her family. Made my night. Heck, made my *month*.

She and her big sister stayed for a long time, and were joined by a few more toddlers. Since it was finally dark enough, I crouched down and beckoned her and the rest of them over to give them some finger lights, including "Kimmy", who introduced herself with a classic quarter-turn, head-down, one-toe-up gesture that they must have studied to animate Tweety-bird, and who asked for "'Laddin and Jasmine!" over and over the rest of the night after I had played it the first time. Anyway, the lights delighted the lot of them and I got to watch them run and dance and play with them for a long time. Worth every nickel.

The night went by really fast -- by the time it was starting to feel "late", it was already 9:30. Since I'm playing two nights in a row, I didn't want to overdo this one and be too tired for the next one, so I knocked off at 10:15, the "earliest late" in a long time. It sure is nice to finally have some warm weather, which brings out the people.

Keith at "Arts Alive!" -- 21Apr2012

On Friday afternoon, I got an email from Dru, the lady who books the Mission Viejo gigs (Santa and Farmer's Market), inviting me to play on Saturday for the "Arts Alive!" event that they do. It's a little event for kids that exposes them to all kinds of arts, apparently since the schools don't, anymore. There was various booths for the kids to do painting, play with band instruments, get an airbrush tattoo, and a little violin concert in the afternoon. She offered to let me play until the violin guys started, so I did.

That made my shift from 11 to 1, and there were very few people there, but I'm getting much more OK with that 'cuz, you know, it's kinda fun just to play real loud with all the equipment. And a few appreciative people (mostly from the other booths) came by and smiled or said nice things, so not a complete loss. Also, Dru came by to buy a full set of CDs from me, which was unnecessary but nice of her.

Of course, it's worth my while in the long run to get in good with her, so she'll book me for more (paid) Farmer's Market gigs, and better shifts for Santa -- and whatever else she's in charge of that I don't know about.

Keith (not) at Irvine Spectrum - 20Apr2012

Well, I was *supposed* to play, and the weather was finally terrific so I was really looking forward to it. But when I got there, another band was already set up on the stage. And it was the "Peruvian" band, with 3 guys and a ton of equipment, so they had gotten there really early and were completely deployed.

The Maintenance guys somehow thought that the kid at the other stage wasn't really supposed to be there, and offered to send him home and let me play there. But Security brought down the booking lady's boss who confirmed that the kid was OK -- it was really a double-booking on the original stage. So I went home with a promise that he'd convince Laurie to suspend the "Only 2 per month!" rule so I could get a "make up".

And she did email to apologize and offer me some alternate dates, of which I took the only Saturday (this coming up, next one), even though I'm also booked for this coming Friday. I'm not sure I've got the stamina work a full week and then do two gigs in a row anymore, but we'll see!

The best part of the mix-up is that I've now met The Boss, and can copy him on my email exchanges with the Laurie, and maybe she'll be a little more civil -- though she did completely ignore (as usual) my email suggestion that double-booking mistakes were impossible in the old days when the schedule was publicly posted, and maybe she could think about re-implementing that. Oh well.

Keith at MV Farmer's Market - 06Apr2012

I scored a new (paid!) gig as a result of my playing for the families waiting in line to see Santa Claus at the Mission Viejo "Winter Wonderland" every year.  They've started having a Farmer's Market on Fridays in the same area between City Hall and the Library, and are having Live Music every first Friday, so I got the lady that books me for Santa to set me up to play for the "farmers".

Unfortunately, the first Friday tends to immediately follow the first Thursday (which is Laguna Artwalk), so I ended up playing two gigs with nothing but a night's sleep between them.  Not actually a big problem -- in fact it makes it a bit easier since I can leave most of the equipment in the car overnight -- but my voice wasn't really up for it at 9am, especially after singing for 3 hours the night before.

But I warmed up after a while and had a pretty good time.  Not a lot of people came by the stay and listen (more so because they hadn't booked the usual Lunch Trucks "because it's Good Friday" (Is truck food even more of a sin then than usual?!?)), but lots of folks walked by and dropped money in the jar.  I hadn't really expected to make anything in tips for this kind of thing, but ended up with $60, on top of the city's check -- not bad at all!

This was the first test of using the iPad in broad daylight, which I was afraid wasn't gonna work -- and I was right.  Not only is the image washed out in the bright light, the shiny glass makes it easier to see my own face than the songsheet.  I don't think any kind of "shade hood" would have helped enough, either.  Of course, I can and did fall back on the paper version, but the songs evolve a bit over time as I scribble performance notes and tweaks on the pages, so the iPad versions are somewhat different than the paper copies.  I'll have to print up a new set of sheets before my next sunlit gig.

As I and the farmer/vendors were packing up at 1:00, several of them came by to tell me that they liked my stuff.  And that public consensus wasn't lost on my city hall friend who will probably be inclined to book me again sometime.  Besides, I couldn't hardly be worse than the octogenarian ukulele orchestra that she booked last month!

Keith at Laguna Artwalk / Twig -- 05Apr2012

Susie let me play at her shop for the Laguna Art Walk again.  The weather was finally nice, and the auto traffic was definitely "up", though the in-store foot traffic was about the same.  It's still a lot of fun for me, though -- watching people go by the shop, even the ones that only look in and smile.  Of course, even better are the ones that slow down, stop, and decide to come inside to browse and listen.

The peak was around eight o'clock when 6 or 8 people came in.  The older guy was clearly impressed, and after reading through the list, told me confidentially that if I could play "Here Comes the Sun", his daughter's British boyfriend would be impressed.  I can play it pretty well, but only if I've been practicing the heck out of it all week, which I hadn't, so I declined.

But I offered "In My Life" as an alternative, and had the lot of them singing along, and the dad slow dancing with his wife, too.  When it was over, the mom told me it was her favorite song (hence, I suppose, the dancing), and the boyfriend came over, shoved up his sleeve, and showed me the tattoo on his wrist: "There are Places I Remember" in script.

Toward the end of the night, I watched a couple walking along across the street as the visibly pricked up their ears, spotted me, and made a beeline across the street (jay walking!) to come into the shop.  It's still unclear if they wanted to hear me better, or if they were just in need of more shopping, but they sure were determined!

24 bucks in the jar this time, a new record, but I think that most of that was Susie being needlessly generous again -- just letting me play there is "gift" enough!

Keith at Irvine Spectrum -- 31March2012

The weather had been nice all week, and I was hoping for a big turnout at Spectrum, but Saturday it turned all cloudy and threatening. It wasn't really all that cold, but it did send me packing in a light rain/drizzle about 9:20. (But at least it wasn't a repeat of the scheduled but totally-rained-out St. Pat's Day gig two weeks ago. Because of that, it's been 6 weeks (!) since I've played Spectrum.)

Got a really late start, too -- after I'd gotten 3/4 set up, I noticed that the power was dead, and to make matters worse, my phone's battery was also dead so I couldn't call Maintenance. I put the obvious valuables back in the suitcase, and carried my guitar and iPad out to find somebody. By the time they got it working it was already 6:40, which, with the early "called for rain" end time, made it my shortest Spectrum gig ever.

But fun. Seems like I had a few people standing around the sides of the stage most of the night, and one little dancer that dragged her parents back for more 3 or 4 times over the evening (and kept bringing me "another money"). I was another big Persian Social night, and I had a bunch of their little kids hanging around, so I brought out my give-away shakers (plastic easter eggs with hard red beans taped inside) and gave away 4. As I had suspected, they were a bit too young to get any rhythm going, but whatever.

After a while, I decided to also give them some of my "finger lights" (little LED flashlights in various colors). There were 4 kids when I started giving them out, but suddenly another half-dozen appeared from nowhere. But that's OK -- the kids were having a great time running around playing with them, and while they cost me a quarter apiece, the parents invariably put many times that into the jar, so it's win-win for me and the kids.

First outing for Daleen-recommended, newly-learned, Green Day song "Good Riddance" (a.k.a. "I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life"). I was skeptical, because it's a bit too high for me to sing in the original key, and has a distinctive guitar sound via a particular altered chord. Transposing such a thing is usually impossible, but I figured out a clever way to make it work. And the song seemed to go over pretty well, so I guess the effort wasn't in vain.

Weirdest part -- a guy I recognized from before came up and again asked for some ELO or Bee Gees, and again left a fiver even though I was unable to oblige (he settled, both times, for Neil Diamond's "Play Me"). I had actually taken a look at some Bee Gees tunes in the interim, and although none of them called to me much, I guess I'll have to learn one before the next gig there in three weeks.

Anyway, I came home with $87, even with such a short playing time. That and the joy on the kids' faces as they ran and played with the Finger Lights made it a great night, and worth the electrocution risk as I finished up "If I Fell" in the rain...

Keith at Roy's House -- 03Mar2012

I didn't have any gigs this weekend, nor next, so I thought I'd get a music fix by inviting myself over to my brother's house to have a long-intended Music Night, just sitting around the living room.  The original idea was to have a chance to play some of the more obscure songs that I don't play at Real Gigs, but that I know, and know that he knows.

He liked the idea and accepted my self-invite, but it also seemed like it wouldn't hurt to have some friends listening in, so I suggested that he and Keri invite some other folks over, and they found two other couples that were available for "dinner and a show" on short notice.

So it turned into a "Comer Brothers" night -- my brother showing off his cooking, and me showing off my playing.  The "concert" setting kind of killed the "Not just the greatest hits" idea, but not entirely, 'cuz it was prime for constant dialog with everybody picking their favorites, and I threw in a few that they wouldn't'a picked, but that I wanted them to hear.

I did have a bit of trouble, snapping the same tuning button as last time, and this time it wasn't nearly in tune when it happened. Fortunately, being at someone's house, a pair of vice-grips was available, as seen in the video capture above. I've since abandoned the new tuners entirely and put the good old, buttery smooth, ones back on. Shouldn't be any more problems.

So other than that, it was really fun, even with a "crowd" of only 6 people.  Heck, that's 6 more than I get a lot of the time.  Let's do it again! Monthly!

And we can do an "obscure oldies" night sometime, also!

Keith at Laguna Artwalk / Twig -- 01Mar2012

Another nice, low-key, time at Susie's "Twig" gift shop for the monthly Laguna Artwalk.  Not many customers, but sufficient. And Susie, her sister, and both husbands were there the whole time, so I always had at least them to play for. They're a great audience, too, always appreciative and picking songs for me to do.

I'm sure the slight cold snap kept traffic on the sidewalk and then into the store down, but it can only get warmer from here.  Looking forward to next time.