toddler swinger
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Mike was almost finished tuning the Epiphone when Pat arrived. Jay and I had already been rehearsing Season of the Witch — I was using brushes and Jay was strumming his axe with a nice, solid groove. We were hired to perform at a Halloween party being held at the Jewish Community Center. After turning the machine head to bring the beat frequency of the E string to nil, Mike stood up, adjusted the volume on the amp, removed the Fender pick from his lips, and gently passed the corner of the thin plastic triangle over the strings: B7#9 drifted across the hall.
Pat began a blues in E on the bass. It was a hard-driving 12-bar structure that caught us in its form... we weren't going anywhere by ourselves. The flow of notes and the pounding of drums reverberated off the walls. The tempo increased, the loudness increased, the harmonic depth increased, the syncopation increased. Mike's screaming, dynamic solo pushed our separate components into a unified whole.
At the end of the gig, we packed up and went home.
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