...the title of my new book. Greenbacks are a bit gray here, lacklustre as hell. What's a girl to do? Got my eyes open for some royalty with a chateau in the countryside and a spacious city flat. Not sure if he's lurking in my part of the UK at the moment. Ahhh damsel in distress, a role I've mastered over the years. Thought I'd moved on to self-sufficient princess. Disappointed? No. Work in progress? Somebody shout, "hell yeah"!
I managed an open mic at a sweet cafe/bar the other night. In fact it is where I now sit at the computer: Fuse Cafe, a cute, mixed crowd establishment sorta hippy, folky. When I say mixed, I mean ages not necessarily races. Oops! Retract on that. I just turned my head and spotted a black woman sporting locks. She looks a bit like my buddy Toni from the side, but a bit taller. Well there you have it...I don't know what I'm talking about. Or like me, she just stumbled in here by chance.
Fuse Cafe- during the day a bit quiet, a night packed with coffee drinking booze swilling folkies
The open mic was singer/songwriter full of guitar angst slinging dudes. If a woman sang I was too late to catch her. I was pooped Wed, laid down for a nap and woke at 10p. Questioning whether or not to still venture out solo at that hour, I asked "what would Josephine do? Hell, what would Katilda-my alter ego- do?" I strapped on my boots and headed to the session. I was dying to sing, but the list was full. No guitar on this mama. I was prepared to infuse the room with my soulful a capella. Darn that nap! I know I'll find the spot soon, 'cause I'll keep searching.
The open mic room, a smoke-filled upstairs bunk. Great acoustics! I even chimed in harmonies...
Gotta go now. It's Friday and I haven't a clue what the weekend will bring. Music, hopefully... Peace
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sing kitty sing! i miss you so much!
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