Blues Under Athens — Story Every Thursday
<p>Lugged my guitar on a crowded tram during rush hour. It’s killing me inside that I can’t…move!</p>
<p>Fingers getting stiff and cold and I know, I just know they are going to play tricks on me when an audience is watching. I want to shake some blood into them, but that would mean smacking strangers, which of course I’m not going to do, so I shove them in my pockets.</p>
<p><em>Twang! </em>A passenger bangs the guitar and it strums in its case. Wincing at the thought of damage, but she’s been fine on every airplane and bus, so she’ll be fine one more time. Right?</p>
<p>Right?</p>
<p>Some bartender told me I could play an open mic tonight. Sounded fun. Problem: no idea where the venue he mentioned is. Hoping to find out by returning to the same bar, asking the same guy.</p>
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