I get onstage, I make noise, and people throw money. Or bottles. I don't pay attention to either.
And my tenuous interest in the joint ends...
In which I play another short set and respond to the Random Judges' critique from last week.
A completely-improvised song? Check. Several other classics and soon-to-be classics? Check. Originality? Let's start with a six...
Let's see... the last time I played an open mic was... November 3? Yep. It's been long enough. Here's my weird return to the (mostly) solo stage. My pal Michele sings Stormy Monday (thanks, Michele!). Maybe next time, I'll rehearse more than five songs.