So I'm sitting here at Joanne Perry's open mic at the Tipp Hill Cafe and the strangest thing in the world happen. This guy is playing guitar and jamming with a couple other guys when all of a sudden he throws the guitar across the room and yells out in agony. Less than a second later he recovers and explains that his diphibulator just shocked him. Not sure how to spell it but y'all should know what that is. Apparently if his heart rate gets two high it goes off and feels like lighting going through his body. The open mic host called paramedics cause no one knew if it would happen again or not. I guess jamming blues riffs got him too excited.
I think the man was embarrassed or something because he packed up and didn't want to talk to the paramedics. The harmonica player tried to clear sum space for him on the couch, but he was too starteled to sit down. It was quite a scene for a moment. It makes me feel fortunate that I still don't have any metal or robotic machinery inside of my body. I felt bad because even though it was shocking He explained the situation and it wasn't so weird. But I suppose I might have left too.
I must give it too him, his act was hard to follow, and even my attempts to scream like Chad Kroeger in m y Keith Urban covers would not have been as memorable as a mans pace maker thangy electrocuting him after just one tune. But the guy could p,ay and I enjoyed listening to him and his friends play blues music.
....... Anythang in the world can happen at any given moment.
So I took the stage later and sang two recovery related songs about my recent battle with addiction.. The titles were "Wild Abandon" and " Im Gonna Find my Faith." I got a lot of positive feedback and my friend Franki Dimond even went as far as to say the songs were very " powerful." I was happy and that excitement and restlessness I get after I perform was an amazing feeling. I would like to play out a lot more often.
We all sang the " the Minster Mash" and Joanne let me jam on her guitar for that number. Just a great night out. Paul Marconi offered me a ride home. We had a nice talk since I haven't seen him since the last time I was at Opus when Jacki was hosting it. He droped me back off at my current residence in Syracuse and I walked up to my house with a feeling of great fulness and serenity. There is no other way I'd rather spend a Monday night.
Thank you for reading.