Just got back from hanging out in a local bar where my old friend Kenn Kweder was performing. I asked him to play my favorite song that he’s written, and he did.
I’m going to start playing out again, but I figure I need a month’s practice first. I’ll get there.
P.S. I forgot to mention that when I arrived, Kenn was on the phone with a friend. When he got off, he told me the friend was just back from the hospital where they checked out the baseball-sized lump on his head. “His girlfriend hit him over the head with his Telecaster,” he said.
I gasped. “Was the Tele all right?”
“No, she broke the body.”
See what a horrible human being I am?