Marfar’s Birthday Weekend
One thing I learned from my wife was how to celebrate. Christmas goes full tilt from Thanksgiving to Epiphany. And we don’t just have birth-DAYS, but birthday weekends.
I was off duty all weekend, and as we say in bluegrass it was a large time. The only ground rule was she got to set the agenda. Seeing as she was the Birthday Girl, it was only fitting. So, Friday night we started with a chick flick. (remind me to tell you about “The Mirror has Two Faces.”)
Saturday was the big show at the Senior Center with Guitar-ed and Feathered. They all did wear black slacks, but dang if they didn’t choose fuchsia for their blouses. I got off the hook, though, when I said my black on tan print shirt accessorized better with my complexion. I had no idea what it meant – I read it on one of my lady readers’ weblog. That seemed to impress the band, and they went along with my chosen attire.
We went to the warm up room and I could tell right away this was gonna be a different sort of gig. For one thing they were nervous, like a bunch of kids, and my guys have gotten over all that. It was like way back when we first started out with all the nervous anticipation- made you feel downright young. The atmosphere was quite unfamiliar- I’m not sure what those ladies wore for perfume but I’m positive it wasn’t essence of chewing tobacco, sweat and Old Spice.
All ’em did just fine; both the lead and harmony work were on pitch, and they even started and ended together, an essential performance prerequisite. As a tune rocks along, you can tangle it up some and get by, but if you wreck the ending people don’t forget it. Marfar did extra good on the bass, and they let me sing one- it was a variety show, and I was sure enough that for them.
By the end of the show they indeed did have ’em all smiling. My wife has some special way with elderly gentlemen- it never fails. One of the seniors had been a bass player for Mac Wiseman on a swing through the Carolinas in the 50’s. He dug my wife’s playing, and came up after the show to tell us a bunch of old tales. Bluegrass people are about the same everywhere you go.
That night we went to hear the River Band. Somehow Sammy Shelton found out about Marfar and did a bar of Happy Birthday for her. For those of y’all outside the bluegrass world, you just gotta hear Sammy- the cat rocks the banjo. One thing even a lot of bluegrass people don’t know know is he is also a very fine electric Tele guitar man, and sits in with a number of country and rock bands when not on tour with the River Band. (This is why he had to let his hair grow out so long.) Neither a little rock ‘n roll or long hair bother the bluegrass crowd, though. They are very tolerant people, especially if a man can pick like Sammy.
Sunday we slept in (we had subs lined up for our church band gig) and ate cold pizza then went shopping first thing. They had some fine specials out at the mall, and I got her the present I told you about- a GPS that talks to you. It was her birthday present, but I figured it would save me some trouble down the bluegrass road. You know men- they never want to stop and ask for directions!
The whole thing inspired me enough to go be a doctor for another week. Happy Birthday Weekend Ms. Marfar!