Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Last night we went to a party at our friend Ronnee Blakley’s house. Upon arriving, Rick immediately dove into the pool, and we went directly into the fridge to become familiar with the alcohol situation (Tecate and tequila…nice!). Ronnee asked us to play a few, so we busted our ‘wandering minstrel’ set-up. There was no shortage of musicians in the house, and on a break many a talent would use our gear. Chad Watson played Jen (The P-Bass) on a stirring rendition of “You Ain’t Going Nowhere”. At one point, while I was enjoying a libation on a recently broken lawn-chair, Mike rolls up, all excited: “Do you see who’s playing my guitar?” With a glance, I saw it was Rusty Anderson, a man who helps Sir McCartney facilitate all those great songs by that one band…The Beatles. Before I could finish another sip, Mike and Rusty were playing “Across the Universe” and trading original songs. The party focused on the duo with rapt attention – it was the musical high-water mark for the boozy night. Mike is now Rusty’s sub in case he ever has to skip a gig with Sir Paul.

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