All credit to Al Green for writing a song that could butcher in the name of humor. Two nights ago I strapped on my guitar, wearing it low and to the side like and old-time gun slinger. After setting up my gear, a few minutes passed before the director came in and counted it off.
From there we kicked up a Texas dust storm. Three hours later it was done and all the musicians were ready to call it a night. Until one of the audience members recognized and obviously thought it was a good… Continue