A Shore Thing
Drake, PyrateLady and your most obedient corespondent had a nice job in Cambridge, Md. over the weekend. While this involved crossing the very same skinny Bay Bridge that I vowed to avoid after the 4th of July gigue, it was worth the danger and angst.
We played a party for a very large auto dealer chain. I’m not giving their name out of respect for their privacy. If I did, it would wow you local folks. That much is crystal clear.

The event was at an upscale resort that we could not enter as patrons. Our backdrop was a stunning view of the Choptank River at sunset. Ospreys, Great Blue Heron and turkey vultures wheeled majestically overhead. There were crabcakes crabs, steaks, refreshing umbrella drinks, Hawaiian shirts, a DJ for us to compete with...and did I mention crabcakes?
We were also joined by our ol’ pal Mike Rosman. He was wrangling hermit crabs, while throwing knives at the children to amuse the parents.
It was actually a very pleasant gigue. We only really played for about 40 minutes, then drifted around annoying the guests and stealing their half-eaten food. The DJ was a nice young guy who played reggae, and Buffett songs. We did street work and played along to the DJ where inappropriate.
As we furiously played our little shanties, one of the guys slapped a “Hello, My Name Is:” tag on me. I couldn’t read it until we finished the tune…
” Hello
My Name Is:
FreeCreditReport.Com”

My only disappointment was that I failed to make a small boy cry by mocking his clothing…damned willful brat! I’ll get him next time.

They are clearly a tight family organization; da’ luv, we could feel it. Everybody was just great. The massed group wept bitter tears as we slunk into the night; and they barely mentioned all the crabcakes that PyrateLady and Drake had stuffed into their pants.

On another matter. I had a chance to dine with some friends and a nice Australian singer named Danny Spooner. He was a friend of Harry Robertson, who wrote several Australian songs I perform on ocassion. Danny told me all the ways that the folks I learned the songs from had pissed off Harry by not performing the pieces precisely as written. TeeHee. Arrangements happen.
We all had a good time comparing notes on "les vie musicienne".
I can heartily recommend the restaurant where we chatted...Samantha's, in lower Silver Spring. They serve Mexican and Central American food. Everything was fresh!.
YUM.