The weather continues to cooperate for a return to the site of a previous show. The first time I played on this corner, it was dusk and got dark while I was playing. I had intended to play on the wide sidewalk in front of the church on the corner, but they were running an event that would have probably been disrupted by my commotion, so I stayed on the (significantly narrower) sidewalk across the street. It turned out to be a fun show, but it wasn’t what I expected going in.
This time, on the eve of Easter, the church was quiet and its wide sidewalk was mine for the taking. Before playing, I set up a new addition to the sidewalk performance:
Although I won’t deny playing a number of songs to these empty benches, they did kind of work as I’d hoped, by encouraging people to linger a bit longer to see the show. Turns out, “Take a load off!” is more inviting than “Stand here listening to this song about yet another aspect of my self-loathing!”
Also, this corner is within hobbling distance of my friend Erin’s house. Which is significant because she right now she suffers from a broken ankle. And how was I able to entice her to limp over and watch the show for a while? It was nought but the promise of a comfy place to sit.
And although Russell typically boasts few pedestrians on a Saturday afternoon, getting one person to sit down leads to another, etc., and I spent a decent amount of time playing to actual people. Portable benches were a hit; look for them at future shows. And sit down!
In case you ever wondered, yes it is a little daunting to strike that first chord or drum beat, or to sing that first note. But I’m getting better at starting shows; mainly I just play the same first song every time, and things kind of flow from that.
What I’m having trouble with lately is ending shows. Although many are the people who will never think I’ve stopped too soon, lately there’s always a couple of people who walk up and wait for the “next song” just as I’ve decided I’ve had it and it’s time to go. For any such people, I often play a song or two, for it’s hard to pass up so fleeting and rare a thing as an audience. And how could I disappoint that uncommon person who actually wants to hear me play?
Ah, but now I have the benches, so a bit of leverage allowed me to offer a deal: sit on the bench and I’ll play another song. And it actually worked, perhaps even too well. For just as I finished one person’s “last song” some more people would stop and want their last song, and so on. In all, these “encores” went on about 20 minutes past when I thought I would stop.
One of the last people I played to was a family with two young kids, and I scoured my brain to think of a kid-friendly song that I also felt like playing. Perhaps owing to fatigue, having already played close to 90 minutes, for some reason I thought “Mummy” would be appropriate, and it was for two verses, with its quick tempo and shouts about the mummy’s curse. But the third verse talks about the bloody deaths of the desecrators of King Tut’s tomb, as the mummy’s curse fulfills its purpose.
It’s meant to be a fun, silly song, but…for adults? Alas, this only occurred to me as I began singing the third verse, so I just forged ahead. Most likely, it all went over the kids’ heads, and I didn’t traumatize them for life. I hope.
Oh no, you’ll just die,
And never know why.