I played a gig not long ago with Al Donnelly, the Irish folk rock singer-songwriter I’ve told you about before. It isn’t straight bluegrass, so you gotta stay on your toes. He’s organized though, and even sends me a few chord charts ahead of time so I can prepare for the gig.
Still, I think at least the musicians in the crowd know I’m winging part of it. One came up after our show. I know him well, as he does a lot of the guitar and all the uke work at Harvey Methodist. He said, “Didja hire Dr. B as your side-man tonight?”
“Man, I dug ‘There is a Time.’ Enjoyed the show; loved the singing; cool clawhammer, good mandolin breaks, too. I tell you one thing, I’ve never played a gig with Doc and not had a good time. The boy’s gonna have fun.”
Donnelly smiled. He knew it was true. I considered it a most high compliment. I’m a serious doctor, but when I put down the stethoscope and pick up my mandolin I am but a large child.
Let’s go play.
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