When the Monkeydust Settles

I will remember you, your silhouette will charge the view, of distance.......atmosphere.....-Yes I am fairly active on social media and I have joined many groups on facebook.  One of these is called "Music of the Florida Panhandle" which seemed like a nice bunch of folks in the local music scene.  It was apparently started as a forum for drummers, but administrator duties had been handed to a bass player named Ken.  He explained that he had been fairly busy lately organizing "Battle of the Bands" type events and had recently become ill.  He asked in the forum if anyone would be interested in being made an admin of the group.  Myself and another bass player named Tom both volunteered.  Why must it ALWAYS be the bass players?  I received friend requests from both of them and accepted. I had been adding mutual and local musician friends for a while on social media, and discovered many great people.  I am guilty of  adding everyon...

Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer.  The future's uncertain and the end is always near.- The Doors My phone rang with a call from a musician named Melissa, aka Blue Mama.  I had first met her at Whiskey's.  I had pulled into the parking lot and I could hear her from outside blowing the roof off with her voice.  She plays guitar , but her voice was the first thing I noticed. I invited her to the NJR jam down the street at the Beach House as I was leaving, and before she arrived, I busied myself telling The Dude how great she was and he told me "Slow down, relax. I will give her a listen."  I felt like a talent agent.  I explained that she would be a great fit with the usual gang of musicians.  There are many musicians that show up to the jams, but she was one that could lead a band.  The Dude greeted  her and invited her onstage.  After about 2 songs, I tipped my invisible hat to HIM. S...