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I Rocked and Rolled
I Rocked and Rolled
So I gigged last night. It was awesome on a number of levels. First of all, it felt as if I had never stopped singing with those guys. Everything just came back so naturally. And I rocked. The old bar, the old crowd, the old songs, the old band…it was a fantastic night. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed those people until I saw them.
I had “the talk” with Da Man on the way there. I told him that there would be a lot of hugs and a lot of kisses because I was going back to my peeps. *snort* He said that he had never been a dick about stuff like that before and wondered why I even brought it up. I brought it up because we had never been in that situation before. And I’m glad I did because there was a lot of hugs and a lot of kisses. Hell, I was pinched on the ass by the bar owner, whom I adore and miss so much. And an old…what’s the word for him…close acquaintance was passing me drink chips with his teeth. Da Man handled it all well. But it didn’t skip my attention when he said, “I saw him kiss you” once. The guy who had kissed me then is an old music lover. By that I mean, we had something on stage that could never be duplicated off stage so it was always platonic, but there’s something there. Funny that Da Man picked up on that so quickly.
I could go on and on about the people there and how awesome of a night it was. I truly stepped out of this maternal box that I have lived in for the past four years. I even came home with quite the hefty beer buzz, having drank eight *gasp* beers, and I have enough drink chips in the pockets of my capris to get me there again the next time. Yay. It had been quite a while since I had left that bar drunk with a pocket full of drink chips.
All of my worrying was for nothing. Surprise. I still can’t believe how easily I can slip into the Daisy of the rock n roll world. She was happy to be let out of her cage last night, that’s for sure. I was even singing requests to people on my way to the bathroom. *chuckle* It was a wonderful night.
Mak woke at 2:15 this morning. The fact that it happened to be the same time I was leaving the bar has escaped everyone but me. Mak has attempted to spend three nights of her life with my mom, and all three nights I have taken her home with me when I returned home because she was awake. Last night/this morning was no different. I told Da Man that I heard her crying as soon as the truck stopped. She went to sleep as soon as he carried her home and put her in the crib. That girl is attached to her mama in so many ways. And she has a talent of feeling me when I’m not even here. And so does Grace. She woke up when we came home too, telling me that she wanted to go home with us. But it’s all good because I don’t really want my babies anywhere except with me. That’s where they belong, eh, with their mama. No one cares for them the way I do. And I was given a six hour break. A glorious break.
The drummer asked me last night if I would be interested in coming out once a month. Da Man answered for me. “She needs a release. Everyone keeps telling her to come back. She’ll be there if you call her.” Hmphf. I don’t know if I was too big on the idea of him speaking for me, but he’s right about the release. I felt like Tarzan beating my chest last night when I was on stage. Everything was so right. My voice was strong. My energy was strong. It was a wonderfully much needed night. And I am very grateful for it. Grateful indeed.
posted on June 14, 2008 1:31 PM ()
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