The closest approximation I could remember to an actual gig call that I received:
"Nate, are you available to play at our church next month?"
"Yeah, sure. Not a problem."
"Do you happen to also know where I might be able to find some doves to release?"
"Oh, um...at a church service? Hm...I'm not too familiar with dove suppliers, sorry."
"Well, I would've used my own pigeons, but my wife never let me have any. I always wanted to send messages with them [from Philadelphia] to Mike in New York."
"Uh, ok... You said to Mike? Mike who?"
"Yeah, you know, Mike. Mike Tyson, in New York."
"Uh..."
So much to say...don't even know where to start. Sometimes its the gig calls that turn weird that make it all worth while.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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