My times are a changin'.
The above slideshow -- all hand-held snaps made with my Lumix Lx5 point-and-shoot -- came about in relation to playing music at a friend's annual Fourth of July Home Concert and Fireworks Party.
Probably: I will acquire a new music PA system, one that fits in the 13-cubic-foot trunk of my Mustang, and with which I may play private parties and restaurants.
I'm a little miffed with having a phenomenal creative studio for general photography, research, and writing . . . but hardly a knock on the door, nary a buzz on the cell phone, rarely an e-mail for related services!
But on the south side of my little town, a place by the tracks -- even adjacent to mobile homes -- I have been the Tuesday night troubador (I call it "Too Sweet Tuesdays") for more than six months, and now friends and friends of friends are starting to come in (7 to 10 p.m.).
Georgia Boy Cafe at Park Circle
This is life, not that I won't be readin' and writin' around what I like to call "my mansion inside a cabin inside an apartment by the woods on the eastern edge of western Maryland."
Truth to tell, within 1,000-sqare-feet, I am practically my very own nation state.
I know what I'm importing (from week to week).
I'm less certain about what I'm exporting, but "live music services" seem to ship.
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