Hey! Hey! The Blues is All Right!

Not that I heard that song last night at the blues jam, but I woke up with it in my head today anyway. Actually, my friend A. sang another groovy song, "The Blues is My Business, and Business is Good." They also did a bluesy, funky version of "Mercy Mercy Mercy" which thrilled me no end! Now I suddenly cannot seem to escape that song, which is fine with me! So this was a new blues jam I had never been to before, in downtown. I mainly went down there to get out of the house and away from the paint fumes and confront A. and give him the what-fer, since he had seen me but ignored me at the Tab Benoit/Cyrille Neville show a couple weeks ago. He had been with his girlfriend and I knew that's what that was all about, but I still didn't accept it as an excuse!!! However--lately I feel the need to earn some good karma points, so I didn't give him too hard a time last night. I even let him hug me.

A., whose band was hosting the jam, told me his keyboard player friend SC was in town visiting him and was there playing. There was like, barely anyone in the joint although the place was actually quite cool and reminded me of a David Lynch movie. They even had really nice bathrooms. So I began to drink! Then I saw the keyboard player and remembered him from years ago when he used to visit A. on and off and I would run into them at the old blues jams. I remembered that I had always thought he was so cute, but I always had boyfriends so never got to do anything about it! I decided he would be lucky enough to be invited over to my place for a drink!

When they took a break I let him approach me, which he did and he even remembered a lot about me, like I play the viola. We talked for awhile and later on I invited him over and also tried to talk him into leaving with me NOW since there were so few people in there--a few jammers aside--and he sidled up to A. to talk to him about it. I also marched right over to A. and tried to present my case, but A. wasn't having any of it. Damn him! SC had keyboards there to load up, another guy friend with him, and also no car, having ridden with A. So me and SC made a date to do something tonight, and he tried to walk me to my car until A. dragged him back for another set. When I got home I got a text from SC (good, that's what I like to see!) saying he'd call me today.

The reason I feel like I need to earn some good karma points is b/c I am terrified I may have hurt Little Drummer Boy, at least a little bit. F. and I went to see LDB's other band play on Monday night at the Continental club and that was a colossal disappointment b/c the joint was DEAD, man. Also, LDB had texted me earlier that evening saying "You gonna come see your drummer boy tonight" and that freaked me out b/c I felt like that text came out of NOWHERE, and I wasn't sure how to interpret it! What does it all mean, Mr. Natural??? And although I gave him a (side) hug when they stopped playing and he came to say hi to me, I was a little nervous about giving him the wrong idea. So after LDB walked away I asked F. to walk me to my car and I got in and I split! The next morning I was checking Facebook and LDB had posted at 3am on his wall some agonizing sounding stuff about how he's "fallen for a certain individual" and "things that make you go hmmmm" and there were a bunch of question marks and also that his head was spinning and more question marks. Of course--this could have NOTHING to do with me, but... come on. Later I posted on his wall how great the band had rocked and what a kickass drummer he is--just a friendly, cool post! After I did that, later on he removed his 3am agonizing post.

This all reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Jerry says, "I think I may have sent her the wrong message by sleeping with her!" Ha ha. Anyway--like my close friends are saying, LDB is a big boy and if he wants to talk to me about any of this, he needs to man up and do it. However, my perspective is that he is also a recent divorcee like me and I know he is pretty vulnerable and sensitive right now and I cannot blame him and I really feel for him. He's also sooooo sweet and only 30, so is a kid in my eyes. Oh well. Two tears in a bucket, motherfuckit, as The Lady Chablis would say! So I am trying to earn good karma points JUST IN CASE. More good karma can never hurt.

And THIS is why we sing the blues!