Last Sunday afternoon, after a show and stay in Columbus, I returned here to heather gray skies and the kind of drizzle that isn’t enough for an umbrella but is just enough to annoy you.
Even after a great show to about 70 folks, the weather was kind of matching my mood. I wasn’t sad about being back home, but I wasn’t too excited to be coming back either. My bassist dropped me off on Mulberry Street because police were everywhere and the streets were blocked off for some reason. What’s going on?
Oh yeah, the Cherry Blossom Festival.
I walk up First Street, cut down Cherry Street and dipped through the Sunset Bank garage to continue down the alley next to Roasted Cafe and Lounge. That ridiculous “you are in a restricted area” voice cuts through my headphones but I only notice it now in retrospect. As I make it to Third Street, I glance over near the fountain and see floats for the parade behind assorted colors of umbrellas. I breeze through the slowed traffic trying to find parking. When I make it to Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard, I remember that I can watch the bands warm up from my window.
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I start going through the week ahead of me the second I get in the door. (My mind never stops.) I start recording my new album “Dreamboard” tomorrow at my favorite studio (Star Motel Studios). Will people dig it? My day job is cool if you think about it. (I work at Main Street Pizza.) It’s not a hard gig and I work with a friend.
Friday we’re hosting a party at 5 p.m. with the best DJ talent we have to offer in the city. They’re all nominated for “Best Local DJ” in the 11th Hour Awards and are friends of mine: DJ Shawty Slim, B3, DJ Protege, Squirelly and Bruce Wonder, but he’ll be in Russia.
Later Friday night, I plan to stop by the Cox Capitol Theatre for the Wet Willie show. I had the pleasure of working with Jimmy Hall on the recent Macon Pops show. One of my favorite parts of that night is when he leaned over and said, “You got it kid.” Plus, that “Keep on Smiling” song is cold.
Saturday I’m opening for Almost Kings at The Mill on Cherry Street, an alternative rock band that has toured the country. I realize my last six or seven shows have been crazy, but this thought only lasts for a second.
It sets in that I like it here and it will stink when I leave. It sets in that I won’t sleep much this week either. I open my window and watch what I think is the Southwest High School band warming up before they take their place in line.
Floco Torres is an artist/songwriter. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.