We call them "audibles". You know, like a quarterback announcing a last-minute change in the play at the line of scrimmage. Usually this is just a minor tweaking of the set-list to accommodate a particular request, or the result of "reading the room" and recognizing the need for a shift in approach to maintain or regain some momentum.

Last night was an ALL-audibles night...........

We call them "audibles". You know, like a quarterback announcing a last-minute change in the play at the line of scrimmage. Usually this is just a minor tweaking of the set-list to accommodate a particular request, or the result of "reading the room" and recognizing the need for a shift in approach to maintain or regain some momentum.

Last night was an ALL-audibles night, brought to you in part by a Kamikaze attack from Mother Nature on the street party we were scheduled to headline. Out the window went my meticulously arranged and printed-in-triplicate lineup of songs for the evening, as in came an unforeseen deluge that made an impromptu water park out of West Nashville within minutes. Even in the midst of the downpour, my trusty iPhone's local weather status was calling for clear skies, and NO chance of rain until Monday….it was Saturday. So much for taking Apple's word for anything.

While a debate we weren't privy to raged as to what was going to happen if and when the rain let up, a handful of hearty souls undeterred by the inclement conditions were still game for some live music, despite the fact that all the bands on deck aside from us had long since beat a retreat with their gear, and the sound company was just waiting for a break in the weather to get their system loaded up and out of (further)harms way.

When life gives you lemons, as they say.

Our self-professed "#1 Fan" Miki wasn't going to take no for an answer, and used his considerable influence(?) to persuade the proprietor of British Audio Service; one of the event's hosts, that he should do whatever was needed to insure the show would go on, which translated to clearing some floor space in his shop, hastily assembling a small p.a., and having everyone still loitering around file into the building, where we would attempt to deliver some sort of performance with our newly cobbled-together resources.

As it turns out, this was not such a bad idea. Sketchy as it may have seemed in the planning(or lack thereof) stages, I don't think I've had that much fun "on stage"(there was no stage, of course), in a long time. Sure, we didn't play what we had intended to play, but judging from the fact that we could've just stopped(and did, once or twice) singing, and the words were still there, courtesy of the huddle of folks who had stuck it out with us, I think the job got done just fine. The fact that those words were mostly ones WE had written was particularly affecting, for me at least, and a nice bit of positive affirmation that doesn't come down the pike often enough.

So, to the fine folks at British Audio, I thank you, for helping us pull it together….and also for the hot dog I ate, and the many Heineken's I purloined from your fridge…. and to all you troopers/our de facto choir who saw the evening through, for reminding me why I still do this.

The Hail Mary was a good call.

D.

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