Tonight I had what I will refer to from now on as “the worst gig ever.” My thanks to my friend Shawn and his phoney booking agency in Chicago for hooking me up with it.
But I’m glad that I was healthy enough to be playing even a bad gig (an atrocious gig). The effects of the chemo were a little rough for the first few days of this week, but now 4 days later, I’m feeling well enough to complain about other things.
If anybody is interested, I’ll be continuing my stint as the piano player for the Brazilian gun-twirler and self-proclaimed comedic singer at an Italian restaurant downtown all weekend. You must like feedback and Puerto Rican jokes.
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