Somethin' Tells Me I'm Into Something Good
12.17.06 (8:15 am) [edit]"Answer your telephone!" - David Cross
7:34AM. Not a lot of sleep, but a lotta good shit on the brain.
Good gig last night. Very good. Not the kind of wall-frying shit from last week, but we rode a very firm and solid, yet playful groove all night. Gawd, these guys are a blast to play with.
I felt no need to show off on the bass beyond a couple spots, just laid it down good and thick. When I switched to guitar, the first couple solos were merely acceptable, but I got into some good nasty chordal soloing later that I was pretty happy with.
In the middle of Pink Cadillac (standard fare for this kind of band, it's practically a requirement) we always take the lead of the main riff, already suggesting it to begin with, and go into the Peter Gunn theme. I lay out while S (the keyboardist) does the theme, then I do my thing.
I've settled on starting off with some simple whammy effects, then going into the intro of Purple Haze over the Peter Gunn thing. Been doing this a while. Last night, I slid from the last note of the Purple Haze quote directly into the hook from She Blinded Me With Science. Then a gnarly double-stop romp through Peter Gunn, and back to the riff for the final verse.
I love this band.
I'd called and left a message for her before the gig. I felt the phone vibrate in my right pocket just as I was starting up some good shit on my solo in You Really Got Me.
When break time hit, I RAN outside to check my phone.
She was singing to me. Fleetwood Mac, though the message was breaking up enough being in Bumfuck, Indiana I couldn't tell what it was. I only knew that she was singing to me.
I called back and we talked a few minutes before I had to go back in. She didn't seem to be having a good time, and that stuck with me. I sang her song very well, but it was coming from a different place this time. I never really hit the sex-groove from last week, only came close a few times. But I thought about her the rest of the night, and even managed to mutate the rhythm of the Day Tripper riff into Play That Funky Music. Hehe. I love this band.
Talked briefly again after the gig.
Then I went inside and M came up and said "That girl you were talking to last week just came in."
Uh....
M's wife came up. "That girl is up at the bar. You need to go talk to her. She REALLY likes you."
Uhhhhh....
Last week. I'd flirted around with two women sitting together. One works with M, the other was her friend. The friend was putting off an interesting vibe. She'd seen us the week before (in the place I met the supernova, who they are also friends with, but hasn't been seen since) and I spent the night denying to myself the plain fact that she was watching me most of the time. I figured I was imagining that.
I wasn't.
She told me last week that she'd come back to see us, and the look in her eyes sent shit blasting through my spine.
It took her a while last night to find a friend able to go out with her, and she didn't realize that we were done an hour before the two other gigs she'd seen, so she showed up about five minutes after we were done.
M got to hear about me at work this past week. The friend he works with told him that she was talking about me, really wanted to see me again.
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She saw me last week. SHE SAW ME LAST WEEK. The best gig I've ever played, my fuck-groove on overdrive, and she was there. And now.............................
She's a dark and mysterious kind of lady. Dresses very sharply, but always showing off some KILLER cleavage. I mean...wow...those are some tits, baby...
Short dark hair. Big girl. Dark eyes, totally unreadable until you really spend some time looking into them. And then............
At first, I wasn't sure I was attracted to her, but last week and last night...........whoa.........
Very different from what I normally find myself having my chemicals realigned by. But very, very interesting..............
And she digs me. She REALLY digs me. Holy fucking shit.
I talked to her for ten minutes. Her and her friend. The friend was telling me that I needed to hear D sing."You oughta hear her do Black Velvet."
I couldn't hold back the huge grin. "Oh, I think I'd like that..."
The smile she returned...................
Apparantly she used to sing with a local band. One I've even heard about. M told me he hadn't heard her but was told she has a hell of a voice. I can't wait to hear it............................
It was only a formality when she came out while we were loading up T's trailer with gear. I knew the answer, and I knew where it was gonna go. Once you get into those eyes.................
"So, you seeing anyone?"
"No." Big smile. Oh lord, you are scrambling my brain, honey........
"Think you might be into going out sometime?"
"I'd love to."
Wait for it...
Wait for it...............................
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She pulled out her cell, called mine so I'd have her number. Told me to call her anytime. We're hooking up sometime soon. Sent things through my system that could fry eggs from thirty yards away.
Ten minutes later, I was loading A's bass into my car (he kindly offered to let me borrow it, I'll have to tell the new-bass story later) and a familiar ring came from my phone. A text message. I figured it was my friend in Seattle who likes to make alternate anal artwork for classical CD compilations.
No, it was D.
"It was really nice talking to you tonight, and by the way, you rock! Just sayin'. Safe travels home."
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!
I was somehow able to just bask in the thrill of the feeling and not overthink on the drive back. Part of me was trying to overthink, go through every possible angle, but I held the fucker down, Cranked up some Me First & The Gimme Gimmes and tried to not fall asleep at the wheel.
I took a different route back to the interstate in Richmond, which I'll use from now on. Straighter roads, more good places to pull over. I pulled over twice before the rest area. Took my sweet time. Tired, but feeling strong anyway. I was bone-dry sober, full of shock waves from the encounter with D. Good, good shit.
5:15AM. Rest area. Not really asleep. The phone rings.
My little day tripper.
I hope the best for you, babe. I felt bad for you last night, knowing you didn't enjoy yourself as you should. You sounded empty, drained. And though my brain has a habit of relocating itself when you come into my range (unbelievably, with all that happened last night, this phone call was the first time I had wood through all of it, I think I was too much in shock before) I really DO care about you. I value your perspective. You make me feel really good just calling me and letting me hear your voice, letting me into your world for a while, saying some of the very kind things you say. I hope I make you feel good too. You deserve it. I think we have a fair amount in common.
Pulled out of the rest area around 6AM. Two hours ago?
And I'm rather awake for the most part.
Excellent gig and the momentary company of two very lovely women. No complaints, baby. No fuckin' complaints at all.
Love,
Dougie