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 time to bring up my atheism.
I forgot to mention that the concert was a religious affair featuring songs I knew well, including some that were favorites long ago and remain so today.Anyway, asked how was it that I could play religious music and claim to be an atheist. I found the question amusing and not well thought out, but I answered it anyway.
I've been performing more than 40 years and there is only one thing I cared about--the music. Country, rock, blues, gospel or polka, I played it all and enjoyed it. Nevertheless, my musically challenged friend couldn't understand it. So, I left him flabbergasted in my tail wind and marked him down as a music idiot.