Talked my way into a steady gig while I'm here in Monterey visiting my mom--at her assisted living facility (!). They all have Alzheimer's except for my mom, poor dear, who is only there for another few months while she recovers from surgery--too expensive to get care at home. I could joke in poor taste about how I can play the same set every time, but you wouldn't joke like that if you were there.
Tomorrow my brother sits in on banjo-uke (his most air-travel-friendly uke), partial drum set (assembled over the years and rusting away in my parents' basement), and, right off the workbench: saw. Yes, saw. I've dedicated a big part of my life to music, but I will never draw an insta- crowd the way that damn saw does when he sits down and takes a bow to it. Born to busk is my brother; who just arrived from the Washington, D.C. Fringe Festival, where his show Manifesto once again drew rave revie.
Accompanying brother Mark's sawing at Carmelo Park Assisted Living, Monterey, California.
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