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....Last night was another gig for "pillowhead," and my ears are, as usual, ruined. I can't get these guys, especially the bass player, to express themselves at a reasonable volume. I wear Norton Sonic-2 ear plugs--the best ones you can get--and 'taint good enough. so I have a choice--play "regular" and not be heard at all, or play loud enough to be heard and shatter my hammer, anvil, and stirrup bones. My sister came last night with her husband--he's one of those guys who can sit down at a piano and play show tunes and Sinatra chestnuts flawlessly, in any key and any order, for six hours after dinner and not stop once--and for some reason he's impressed by what I do. Well, sir, I was going to be HEARD, thank you very much. And now my ears are so sensitive that i have to speak in as deep a voice as I can in order to avoid hitting my skull's resonant frequency, which seems to be an E natural below middle C. Write that down in case I'm ever hospitalized. That aside, I was playing fairly well--even surprised myself a couple of times--and my SG stayed in tune remarkably well, which is unusual too. Till we got to Little Wing. I started that intro, which reasonably requires hands twice the size of mine but I usually get through it--however I was terribly out of tune so I stopped and said "Wait a minute" and re-tuned. That got a laugh. Then I played it again and mucked it up terribly. So I stopped, smiled at the audience and started again. This time I only got about six seconds in and played a horrible clam of a chord that there was no disguising. So I stopped altogether and asked, "Anybody see that movie Groundhog Day??" and then played it perfectly. They liked that. |
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