Years
ago in Kansas City, I set out one night to find one of them 'down home
guitar blues pickers that I had read about in the Sunday paper. I was
drivin' around Saturday night lookin' for Walter's Crescendo Lounge. I
had some ribs at Money's on Prospect and asked directions. The feller
told me not to go over there after dark. Then, after thinkin' about it,
he scribbled his name and phone number on a piece of paper and said,
"When you git in trouble, have'm call me." Nice of him, I thought.
Somehow
I never found Walter's but at the corner of 39th and Jackson I spied
Willie's Total Experience Lounge. I recognized the name from the paper
so I went in.
I was dressed normal;
hat, Levi's and boots. The bartender was a lady named Bert. She served
me a scotch and creme soda. I sat at a table in front of the band. As
the clientele came in they all sat around by the walls. Kind of like
they were circlin' me. Nobody said much and they weren't real friendly.
Finally the band leader, Freddy, came over to my table and asked me,
"Hey man, what are you doin' here?"
I told him I heard this was the best music in Kansas City and I came to find out!
Well
he must have thought the same thing 'cause it sure tickled him! He
couldn't do enough to make me feel at home. His sister was the waitress
and he told her to make sure my grape Nehi never went dry.
By then I wuz smarter'n a tree full o' owls, ten foot tall and bullet
proof, as Tink would say! But I couldn't get nobody to dance with me!
1 comment:
Hey Baxter.......your first mistake was in ordering and drinking good (or bad) scotch with creme soda.......don't you know that pop will give you a hangover?
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