Big Gig with Guitared and Feathered
Neuse River has some big shows coming up this spring, and I’m gonna tell you all about them. Right now, though, the G and F girls are getting the nod for some local gigs, like the one they’re gonna do one at the Senior Center Saturday.
Their last mandolin player got married and moved to Kentucky, so you know who they hired. Given Marfar wants me to play the gig, I figured I’d better sign up.
Being the mandolin man for the ladies is very different than my regular Neuse River gig. Like I said before, they fix great snacks, tell all kinda funny jokes, and are much better looking than the Neuse River boys. And they are so darn nice.
Take mistakes for example. When you tangle up a break in the Neuse River bluegrass band, them boys give you down the country. “D*** it Doc, study your instrument. What the h*** kinda break was that?”
If you miss a note here, dang if these ladies don’t say somehow it’s their fault. Beats all I ever saw. I reckon it’s to make you feel better. Heck, I missed my cue on “Sunny Side,” not one of them, but they apologized. I wasn’t sure why. It sure is a kinder, gentler bluegrass picking.
The other thing I noticed was they were the personification of that word multitask. In between tunes, there was all kinda discussion about sick kids, elderly parents and what’s for supper. (Might have been about cranky husbands had I not been there.) I was impressed and said I didn’t know how they could think about all that and play music too, and in the male bands I’d been in the guys usually just kept their minds on one thing. They all took a look at each other and broke up with laughter. One of em said, “You got that right Dr. Bibey!” They all laughed some more and then took a break to eat some of my wife’s fine banana bread. I never did figure out what was so funny.
And if you and your wife do a duet on “Bye Bye Love,” you better do it with conviction, like if it was to happen it’d break your heart. (It would.) On “I’ve Been Living the Blues,” I do not recommend a line like “Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been walking around… with my head bowed down to my shoes,” without adequate emotion, as in “girl, if you wuz gone it would just flat out depress a fellow.” I think the world of the Warbler or the Moose, but we ain’t close enough for it to matter much, even if good lead singers and banjo players are hard to come by.
At the end of practice when everyone decides what to wear so as to be color co-ordinated, you gotta be interested. I was just glad they didn’t choose fuchsia- I don’t think I have any of that and I’m not sure exactly what it is. Black slacks I can handle. (I think I have some- Marfar said I do.)
If you want to do extra good, promise to take your wife out to eat after the gig, and then take her to see the River Band- they’re gonna be in town and crank up just a few hours after our show.
All in all, it was an excellent practice. I think they are ready for their gig. I have to tell you though, by the end I felt like a boy who had climbed up into the wrong tree-house, but it was still a fine time.
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