Sunday, July 30, 2006

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A hundred and three degrees, downtown san antonio at the end of july, $13 dollars in the tip jar, $11 dollars for a cd, a
$20 dollar parking ticket, and four blistered fingers. Playing my first gig? Priceless.

8 Comments:

Blogger Wornoutmorgan said...

Kelli, you should be proud of those callouses, they'll get harder and harder and soon you'll be able to tap your fingers impatiently on a hot plate without burning them - that's very impressive and intimidates the poor person trying to get your coffee. Callouses also mean you've been playing. So, Missy, how come there's nothing on your little finger? Ain't that little one got music in it?

3:43 PM  
Blogger calamitysue said...

How scary was that???Did the open mike gigs prepare you?Were you solo or Frittering?Well done-you are brave,Im in awe.

4:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

No, morgan, no music in the pinky. It's still learning how to reach-- ; ) I thought you would appreciate the parking ticket part. The universe evening things out again. What wit!

Calamity, it was real scary. It's a good thing I didn't know what I was getting into before I agreed. As I was driving downtown and saw all the people I began to freak out. I was all alone. Well, one is hardly alone in a pair of white cowboy boots. I buffed my balls, and said to myself, self we have nothing to lose. And I managed to not freak out, not slip out of body and I enjoyed sweating profusely, beat the hell out of exploding.

6:06 PM  
Blogger Wornoutmorgan said...

Well I am so impressed,and it is harder when you are face to face with the public.The cowboy boots are hot.

7:56 PM  
Blogger Wornoutmorgan said...

That was Calamity,the Blogger blah blah is having some sort of crisis.

7:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks, Digler! Can you see me 25 pounds ago? Fat girl would have passed out. This is still at 157.

I have to say, the bubbles were inspired. I bought that ten dollar jobby last year for my wedding. I knew it'd come in handy for something. I figured if I bombed musically, the bubbles would more than offset the sour chords. The kids liked it a lot. I did catch a couple of little girls digging on the boots, I told their parents now they knew what they could get 'em for christmas...

-i learned not to eat before I sing! Helps with the nausea.

10:20 AM  
Blogger Alison said...

Video clips? Where?? Kelli, good for you!!! Not to worry, the more you get out in front of people (and notice that you don't die), the easier it gets.

A's right about the callouses, too. Clickety click on the keys, the table, the hot plates... just keep them smooth so they don't get stuck on the strings! Also, it's easier to buff your balls with smooooooth fingertips.

7:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

if you click over to my other profile page, the macgalver one, there's a couple of clips there, and then on www.thefritters.com

--don't make too much fun of my self-built website.
I swear it won't always be so fundamental, but it's pretty basic. I'm just learning. Im having a blast trying.

12:09 PM  

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