Worked the Promenade on Sunday. Drove up to the top of my favorite parking garage, cranked up some tunes, got my performing stuff out of the car, smoked half a joint, the butt of of cigar and practiced with 5 silver dollars for a bit. I forgot my battery for my sound system back at home with the other half of the joint, so I didn't have to load the amp, mic and associated cables.
The weather was perfect, blue skies in the high 70's with a nice ocean breeze. The 3 block pedestrian walk known as the Third Street Promenade packed with with high power retail, bit tits, tight asses, movie theaters, restaurants, pool halls, street performers every 40 feet . . . a mother fucking orgy of capitalism! And packed to the gills with people
I had nice sets and connected well with the people. I added a nice "humble, bullshit" riff near the end of my act that seemed to work. Who was it that said, "Always be sincere. . . even when you're not"? Anyway I also had the opportunity to work silent for a while. I was in the immediate vecinity of a very talented horn player who played beautifully. I did a whole set to the music cards, cups, coins, rings. Felt good, very zen and in tune with my surroundings.
Got home later that night, Polly and I cut a rug in our living room. We danced away the evening to some smooth swing. Have I mentioned lately that I am in love with my girlfriend.