a solo performance (using my BOSS RC-50 for loops)…
no video footage exists (as i carelessly left my video camera at the venue)
(i also locked myself out of the car and got punched in the face that night…)
in the summer of 2010, i met a girl named “sara” after performing @ desmond’s tavern in midtown manhattan. though thoroughly blue-eyed, she seemed of russian extraction. she rubbed up against me in just the right way in an extremely crowded “meat market” bar (swarmed with “wall street lite” schlumps). i was already on edge that night. i had my electric guitar strapped to my back, making me even more of a nuisance. the smattering of struggling male artists at the bar must’ve considered me a real “douchebag” for reminding them that they themselves should be “baring their peacock feathers” by carrying around their musical instruments.
i got her phone #. she stopped returning my text messages when i revealed i was “joga”…
i ended up having a hell of a shitty night. i foolishly locked myself out of my car. then i met up with the younger sister at an upper east side bar and ended up getting punched in the face by some meathead who took offense to me dancing with his friend’s girlfriend…
(every summer i end up getting punched in the face. cars also seem to cause me problems every summer. the very next summer, i was arrested for OUI and had my skull fractured from a punch to the face delivered by my younger brother. come to think of it, in most of these episodes, i end up being lured into danger by the younger sister. the OUI bust occurred because i was heading back to the jersey shore for her graduation party. and this facepunch occurred when i followed her out to the upper east side for more meatheads dancing to shitty top 40 music. each summer merely ups the ante!)
in any case, i have a strong attraction to “saras” of all shapes and sizes. beginning with “padua”. in this case, at least i had the good sense to immediately delete her phone #. and without knowing her last name, there’d be no temptation to track her down via the world wide web…
and i haven’t been back to desmond’s tavern since!