I am enjoying the change in temperature today.
Fifteen degrees cooler than Sunday.
I was able to set up my gear without one drop of sweat forming on my brow.
My PA sounded crisp as I played a tribute to the sky. Never in my recollection had it ever been so blue. I wanted to kiss it.
Four hours later, at the end of my set, a man stood from his chair, walked over to the jar and tipped me twenty dollars..
He said, “You sound like Jimi Hendrix on the keys.”
I said, “I didn’t know he played the piano.”
My new patron laughed, pointed one index finger at me, cocked his thumb, made a gun shot noise and said, “He didn’t.”
Then, he patted his pocket like it was a holster and walked back to his chair.
The sun was going down as I was packing up my gear. I felt a little bit of a chill coming from the wind blowing over the bay side water. I cursed myself for not thinking to bring a wind breaker.
I rolled my equipment cart over to where a cook was tending to some ribs cooking on an open pit Bar-B-Q.
I said, “Excuse me, sir, but could you let me stand next to your fire?”