I'm only giving you ONE of the three. You want the OTHER two? oh YEAH? They're LOTS funnier. Sorry.
Here's a pitch I had the good fortune to be at the receiving end of. There aren't that MANY that have true hilarity attached to them. Most are fairly standard, and frought with unoriginality.
This delightful gem took place at the Philly Folk Festival. Why someone thought I'd be a GOOD thing to have at any FOLK festival remains a mystery. That reminds me of something. Older generation blues men seem to always have a valet with them. I love that. Where's my valet? I've never had a valet.
So, we're doing our thing at the folk festival, and the crowd is a little stunned by us at first...sort of felt like Bobby going electric there for a second, but they danced and hollered for us just the same. Bless their adventurous souls.
ALLRIGHTY....HOW COME I CAN'T STOP MENTIONG BOBBY IN JUST
ABOUT' EVERY SINGLE POST I WRITE? IS THIS A COINCIDENCE? It must be, because I rarely THINK about Bob. Oh ok...maybe a LITTLE more than rarely. Maybe about six times a year. NOT THIS MUCH THOUGH. I mean....he's great and all, but...HEY..know what? I play harp a LOT better than Bobby....but that's really saying NOTHING isn't it? Because not many folks can PLAY a harp as badly as poor Bob.
You can stop laughing at me now.
Whatever happened to that Cambridge Harmonica Orchestra gang? And WHAT THE LIVING HELL is THAT all about? Don't think I'll ever forget the first....ok...the ONLY time I saw them.
I JUST DON'T HAVE THE WORDS Y'ALL. HOW MANY HARP PLAYERS CAN YOU FIT ON A STAGE? Lord have MERCY. SIXTY? I dunno. How many on the head of a PIN?
It seemed as tho' EVERY SINGLE "here's my weird little trunk thingie..harp holder", PERSON that ever
