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.
Last night’s gig was labeled a “complete disaster” by everyone involved, and the remainder of the performances have been canceled by the booking agency. See? Some prayers are answered.
Saw the Doc today, who told me I’d be back to normal in a month or so. Which I do not believe, but is probably accurate anyway.
I tried to record more songs today for this album I’m going to release soon. It still needs a few songs. I’m still having a hard time playing up-tempo standards well enough to release. My fine motor coordination isn’t all back online yet I guess. So I threw out most of the stuff I recorded. I did get a good take of the ballad “I’m Through With Love” (which I believe I’ll spell, “I’m Thru With Love” on the actual album).
This CD will be a real accomplishment for me when I get it out.
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