If Jesus was here I'd buy him a beer

One of these years I'm going to know someone that wants to record a live concert DVD. I'm putting in my recommendation now that that DVD is recorded at The Family Wash. There's lots of places that will allow for more people to attend or have better scenery but I think it's a great place for a recording.
I went down there this evening to see Tommy. I was really sure I wouldn't enjoy myself. Because no one I'd asked had been all for it. But I had barely parked my car before I ran into some friends via the triad that gave me a seat at their table and pints on their tab. I tried to pay, they wouldn't have it. They're good people-not just because they supply me with alcohol, but because of what they are, just in general.
The show brought out all the best of East Nashville. For example, I was there. And some people you may have actually heard of (tho if yr reading this, you've probably heard of me-or you have confusion issues) I was sitting at my usual table too close to the stage, behind me was Peter (best of Nashville, some kind of writing thing) across from him was Todd, who was sitting next to a guy who was sitting next to Chuk and Brenda of hillbilly music-talking head fame. I knew other people there too-because I know every-fuckin-body. Due to my level of coolness-or something.
Tommy really put on a grand show. He's a fantastic guy and he plays great music. Also he has a soft spot for that pit of ultimate darkness that is Bowling Green. It's hard to not like a guy like that.
When he was playing, at first I was in the glassed off smoking section, watching the events. Behind me people were laughing and joking and smoking and drinking in the parking lot I could see them in the glass. The events all reflecting as if a memory in the window. In front of me people were eating and drinking and comfortable in their seats. I watched C&B thinking they would give up their seat soon. But they didn't and they didn't and my group found their way to the next table.
The group I was hanging with stayed for 1 1/2 sets but I decided to stay for the rest of the show. Hugs and handshakes and take cares see you soon I was alone.
"M------!"
"C-----!"
"Whatcha up to?"
"Watching Tommy, drinking. You?"
"Watching Tommy. Drinking."
It's a good way to spend a Friday night. Very productive.
So I sat near them for the rest of the show. Good times. East Nashville code of whatever it is. I love my neighborhood. I love my town. I love that I can slide across a bench and go from drinking alone to drinking with chums that I will probably never see again. People that probably wouldn't knw me anytime after tonight. East Nashville-it's safe and insular. As long as you already purchased your insulation. Even I am a little concerned newcomers will fuck up what we have and I've only been here a little over a year. Yeah, but I predate the quarter million dollar condos.
AFter the show I was waiting to use the one toilet in the whole place (it seems to me that that is bad, as the place does some business---but it is polite business, everyone waits and waits as is necessary) So there I was.
"This may be damning with faint praise, but you are a legend in my 2pm music class."
"Really? Where do you go?"
"Western."
"That's great."
Then we talk about Western for a few minutes. Including names and such shit.
"Would you want to be part of my presentation for that class? I was going to do something about protests against the current administration but I'm willing to change it for a live performance."
"I can protest this administration...I miss Ronald Reagan...Masters of War..."
"That would be fantastic! If you would do that...but it's during work hours and I can't pay."
"I'd be happy to do it."
So-whatever-if it is possible-I'm having Tommy doing protest songs for my presentation. I should probably check to make sure this is ok. Or, I could just be a rebel and do it. Hell, who doesn't love a good rendition of Masters of War. Besides, he's sober now...one day----I might be sober, tho the good money is on early death---so he will be much more together with his presentation. Like he said "I know ----- and I would love to go there and do my best." Why shouldn't I be the one to make it happen.
I say-no good reason.
Mark yr calenders.
Except I don't exactly know when I'm doing my presentation...I should probably figure that shit out.