After some terrible weather that kept me from playing at the market (woe is me?) - i ventured out yesterday. It was cold so my fingers were all kinds of stiff and clumsy and kept me from being any kind of nimble. But I played anyway and there was some great positive feedback. And for some reason yesterday was like "music community day". and it was great. some examples:
- I was mid way into my fahey-ed up bron-yr-aur, and a couple folks lingered to listen. When I was done the Gent asked if he could strum a bit with me so I said "Hellz yeah!" and tuned up in to standard tuning as he fetched his guitar. Turned out he knew "lonesome Whistle" and was familiar with "I'll be your baby tonight", and he played some excellent lead AND sang high-harmony while I tried to keep steady time with some choruses so he could move around on his guitar. A most excellent player - he played me one of his songs and showed me the changes - i tried to keep up. Then his sister came up and said "We gotta go mang!" so I learned his name was scott and he was visiting from main and had to bail to go to another market. Well met and done scott.
- Then there was robert who heard my corcovado, and let me know he was a busker too - and asked to play me one of his songs. I handed the guitar over and was treated to a easy-going song with loads of Major Sevenths and lyrics involving people coming to gether and Mother Goose Nursery rhymes. He told me he was a flautist as well, and would I be interested to play guitar and back him on flute up around town. I told him i'd consider it....i may not have the mental energy to add that to the pile.
- Lastly there was Mike. He hung out behind his table (the fay farm), untill he heard "corcovado" and then he JUMPED over the table to confirm it - and started singing along IN PORTUGUESE! I said I knew Ipanema, and he sang it and asked to repeat the verse so he could scat and inverted "take the A-train" melody over the top. Apparently Jobim did the same thing. He then tells me he cried for a week when he heard the news of Jobim's death. Tip out a glass indeed. Turns out, that Mike is a Jazz bassist and toured around with the likes of Doc Serverinson. And he's a songwriter that wins contests when he's not making skin care products. He saw my hands and tipped me a jar of his hand-salve and a fin. (!) He said he dug the scene and I should come back and stand right across from his stand so he could hear. I said, "i'll be there".
Damn right i will.
On to learning "Manha de carneval", "O Pato", "reynardine" and "beeswing". wish me luck, and thanks so Scott from main, Robert, and Mike.
-Dr. Confusion
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