All At The Tip of My Finger
A friend of mine plays guitar, and recently him and a couple of his friends started a jam session with any musician who wanted to get together and play. In Flemington, New Jersey, there is a DIY (Do It Yourself) were people can rent space for Art Shows, Musical Events, or even a re-staged version of a SEINFELD episode (‘The Chinese Restaurant’) where I played Mr. Cohn (I didn’t stage it, but I did play Mr. Cohn).
Earlier this week (Tuesday) my friend and about twenty guitar players, one flute player, and a man that played a Percussion Jam Cajon Box Drum (something I had never seen before) gathered in that space to create music.
Considering that most of these musicians never played together before, they were very good. The song ranged from Dylan, Green Day, Creedence, and my favorite Wagon Wheel. All songs that most people knew, and if they didn’t, they simple sat out and waited for the next one to appear on that screen.
As talented as all these musicians were, however, I was the most important person in the room.
Why?
Each song on that screen in front of the room, the guitar tabs and lyrics displayed for all to see, were stored on a computer.
That computer was right by my side because it was my job to push the button to advance to the next song.
If it wasn’t for me, if I wasn’t there, that room full of musicians would have played the first song ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’ twenty-seven straight times…
...You’re Welcome
Photo By: Janice Stettler
