Labor Day Weekend Viva La Difference Gospel Fiesta 

It’s quiet around here today, Monday, September 5,  Labor Day. 

But, last night there was some noise. 

There was the usual noise made by this guy who is always wanting to provide drink, smoke and blow for the band. The usual noise made when I always say, “Thanks but no thanks.”

Then, he always says, “Is it ever gonna be ‘Thanks, don’t mind if I do’?”

“I hope not,” has been my response all season and, last night, was no different.

It wasn’t different like this one dude stepping up to the jar and tipping us  $100 to play a couple of songs was different. 

It wasn’t different like his wanting “anything by the Grateful Dead.” And that great gospel tune, “I’ll Fly Away,” was different. 

The $100 was different coz it was $100. The most any one person had tipped us before last night was $20. $100 is different than $20.

 Our benefactor making these particular requests was different coz we actually knew the  songs, knew the music. And, knowing the music is different than not knowing the music.

So, we played the Dead’s “Deal” and, on the second tune, we put a “Will the Circle Be Unbroken” medley twist to the original gospel request.

The result was 2 songs = 45 minutes of music.

This  band can jam. 

This band can go to church.

This bands takes me higher than any drug has ever taken me. 

And there is no crash. Just a gradual return to earth…to my current reality.

The only difference between this last Sunday and every other Sunday of the season was: people showed up to dance, to sing and to cheer. 

It was a good way to finish up a summer of musical work.

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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