Ringer:
Keep up the good work BAG and throw a tune our way!
Rick:
Leave it to BAG to know how to have fun on Good Friday. ;D
Brown Ale Guy:
Ain't hardly been playin' at all, but went to a local potry event which has become more of an eclectic music and poetry monthly thing. Played along on some unnoteworthy Birthday blues. Was later asked by by one of the poets if I would back up her poem with some harp. Never having even read the poem or know what it is about isn't enough to dissuade me from accepting such a fine opportunity to perform live. When she turns to me and nods for me to start before she even reads the first line, it coulda frightened a lesser being, but I just started some runs and went down to the low bends when she used words like "low" and went up to some sustained 9 hole bend vibrato when she used the word "high" and threw some warbles in and somes runs and we received a very strong ovation at end. I won't mention here anything about the belly dancer, transvestite glam rock solo performer, accordian with tambourine and tabla accompaniment, etc... that we we twixt. Some day I hope to record something again.
Steamrollin Stan:
I think the accordian and tambo would have been shit hot. 8)
Rick:
Bag to the rescue! Ha ha ha. Undaunted, unflappable.