I played two gigs today. Gig number one was a little salsa trio--a party celebrating the first communion. Did I mention in an earlier post that we had a rehearsal? We got together in a rather rough part of Decatur at the home of someone NOT playing in the trio (I don't know how that happened, but it made me think driving away afterwards that I probably should have told my family where I would be in case I didn't come back). Anyway, we sorted out keys, transitions, forms, endings--you know what I mean. Yeah, well, fuck everything I just mentioned. The transitions, the form, fuck it all. Kind of frustrating. What else? Well, how about the gig was 2:30-4:30. I got there at 1:50. The second guy in the trio showed up at 2:26, so I sat in these people's living room for a half hour pretending to do stuff on my phone, occasionally assuring the homeowners that the band was "right around the corner." Fun. And hey, the gig's ...