How Does One Corn A Beef
I got home from the YMCA last night and Diane had supper cooking. I walked in the the front door and was hit by a wall of aroma that almost knocked me off my feet. Diane had the day off so she started the corned brisket in the roasting pan about mid morning at a low three hundred twenty-five degree oven. About one and a half hours before supper she added the carrots and potatoes. With about half an hour left before suppertime she quartered a head of cabbage and threw it in the pan. It was, by far, the best corned beef and cabbage I've ever had. Splash on a little balsamic vinager and slice up some pumpernickel rye from the Atlanta Bread Company and hmm, hmm. It was a shame to finish but finish we did, just in time for me to go sit in with Ray, Doris, and Byron, the Roy Rogers Rose Band, at Mattie's in Leland.
Mattie's is a small cafe/bar next to the railroad tracks. They served bar type food and beer to about thirty people more interested in the NCAA basketball tournement on television than four musicians trying to play country music. I played mostly mandolin and stayed just two hours before I went home. I was so tired I couldn't even concentrate on what I was doing.
There is also some wierd vibe between Ray and Doris. that's why Byron asked me to sit in, to help defuse (or maybe dilute) it. He said we'd play from eight to ten so by ten oh one I was out the door. They were still playing when I left.
The thing I liked was how easily I was able to slip into whatever they were playing. It's pretty much stripped down bluegrassy, three chord kind of stuff with maybe a II chord thrown in depending on Ray's mood. There were comments and looks exchanged between Doris and Ray all night but I would not let things get out of hand. I didin't care about their band politics, I was there to play. I could see Ray wanting to get squirrely at times but holding back for fear of pissing me off. Sometimes it is nice being a little higher up the food chain, so to speak.
I got home at ten thirty and was asleep by ten thirty-five.
This morning I took off the crappy strings I put on the Larrivee guitar Wednesday night, shimmed the saddle with a shim that had fallen out when I did that, then put on a new set of John Pearse light gauge phospore bronze strings, all before five thirty in the morning. It has made all the difference in the world, boy, I'm glad to have that guitar back. I should never have let it go in the first place. One rarely gets an opportunity to rectify a mistake like that.
Mattie's is a small cafe/bar next to the railroad tracks. They served bar type food and beer to about thirty people more interested in the NCAA basketball tournement on television than four musicians trying to play country music. I played mostly mandolin and stayed just two hours before I went home. I was so tired I couldn't even concentrate on what I was doing.
There is also some wierd vibe between Ray and Doris. that's why Byron asked me to sit in, to help defuse (or maybe dilute) it. He said we'd play from eight to ten so by ten oh one I was out the door. They were still playing when I left.
The thing I liked was how easily I was able to slip into whatever they were playing. It's pretty much stripped down bluegrassy, three chord kind of stuff with maybe a II chord thrown in depending on Ray's mood. There were comments and looks exchanged between Doris and Ray all night but I would not let things get out of hand. I didin't care about their band politics, I was there to play. I could see Ray wanting to get squirrely at times but holding back for fear of pissing me off. Sometimes it is nice being a little higher up the food chain, so to speak.
I got home at ten thirty and was asleep by ten thirty-five.
This morning I took off the crappy strings I put on the Larrivee guitar Wednesday night, shimmed the saddle with a shim that had fallen out when I did that, then put on a new set of John Pearse light gauge phospore bronze strings, all before five thirty in the morning. It has made all the difference in the world, boy, I'm glad to have that guitar back. I should never have let it go in the first place. One rarely gets an opportunity to rectify a mistake like that.
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