Let me reiterate that 11am on a Sunday is not a good time for band practice. Even though I'm not hung over, strung out, or in the bed with my groupies there is still something inherently un-rock and roll about this. Ok.
Yesterday as I was putting my guitar in the car I was approached by a homeless guy. He called me "guitar man" and asked me if I knew how to play Kenny Rogers. He'd already won me over with that. I said "Yeah, probably" after trying to think of any Kenny Rogers songs and their guitar parts. He then asked me how long I'd been playing and was it difficult and seemed halfway normal. Then he asked me what kind of music I played and I said "Rock, I guess." so then he asked me if I could play Willie Nelson or Patsy Cline. This was a black guy...I laughed, not because he was black, but because those appeared to be his idea of rock musicians. He was carrying a case of some sort and once I had everything in my car and was ready to put myself in it, he opened the case and said "Here. Take some of these. Whatever you want. I've got rock. I've got jazz. I've got everything." and inside were a bunch of what looked like ancient cassette tapes of classical music. He started to pull some out and I said I didn't have a tape player. THEN he asked for some money to help a guy out. The guy being himself I imagine. I didn't have any paper money and only about $.60 so I just gave it to him. He then took off this thing he had around his neck and gave it to me. Setting it on my driver's seat. "Here! Take this! It's an ink pen." I told him to keep it and use it to barter with someone else. He said "God bless you." and I said to take it easy. And he left. And I think that's the first time I've ever had interaction with a homeless person and felt pleasant afterward. Not that they're all gross or too aggressive but you don't generally think "That guy was cool." Anyway, good luck to you, Kenny Rogers fan.
Yesterday as I was putting my guitar in the car I was approached by a homeless guy. He called me "guitar man" and asked me if I knew how to play Kenny Rogers. He'd already won me over with that. I said "Yeah, probably" after trying to think of any Kenny Rogers songs and their guitar parts. He then asked me how long I'd been playing and was it difficult and seemed halfway normal. Then he asked me what kind of music I played and I said "Rock, I guess." so then he asked me if I could play Willie Nelson or Patsy Cline. This was a black guy...I laughed, not because he was black, but because those appeared to be his idea of rock musicians. He was carrying a case of some sort and once I had everything in my car and was ready to put myself in it, he opened the case and said "Here. Take some of these. Whatever you want. I've got rock. I've got jazz. I've got everything." and inside were a bunch of what looked like ancient cassette tapes of classical music. He started to pull some out and I said I didn't have a tape player. THEN he asked for some money to help a guy out. The guy being himself I imagine. I didn't have any paper money and only about $.60 so I just gave it to him. He then took off this thing he had around his neck and gave it to me. Setting it on my driver's seat. "Here! Take this! It's an ink pen." I told him to keep it and use it to barter with someone else. He said "God bless you." and I said to take it easy. And he left. And I think that's the first time I've ever had interaction with a homeless person and felt pleasant afterward. Not that they're all gross or too aggressive but you don't generally think "That guy was cool." Anyway, good luck to you, Kenny Rogers fan.
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It makes me sad that I have to go back to work tomorrow.