Blues: (n) a melancholic music of black American folk origin
For a very, very–and dare I say, very–brief time, I ran the sound and light system for a blues club.
I was offered the opportunity because one of my sons was the chief engineer, and he needed a couple of nights off, so he generously afforded me the doorway to pick up a few extra bucks.
I had two nights of training, and even though I have a nearly passable understanding of electronic equipment, it was immediately obvious to me that I was out of my league. Not only was I an anachronism to the atmosphere of the institution, but the inadequacies of my working knowledge of the sound and the lights soon became apparent to everyone.
Also, listening to blues music two nights a week for four hours certainly does not leave you “in the pink.”
Blues music is a constant lament that “life is not fair” and “women need to find their place” and realize that men are superior. It is also self-indulgent in the use of the instrumental solo, trying to simulate anything from tooth extraction to orgasm.
After a while, the mingling of my disdain for the repertoire and my ineptness behind the board made it necessary for the head of the band to reluctantly approach my son and ask him to courteously and gently fire me as quickly as possible.
Although my fine offspring tried to be consoling, I was so relieved by being relieved that I’m afraid I showed my relief.
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