The things that I used to do
In 2003, I lived in a little white house on a hill. I had no bed but I did have a little blue sports car, two guitars, and a dozen old computers. I also had a roomate named Rick. Rick could have been my father, but he was a swinging bachelor and we got together fantastically. In particular, we both shared a deep and abiding love for music.
We built a small recording studio in two rooms of our basement with a 4 track, a computer, and a handful of microphones. It was pretty janky but we spent many smokey nights down there, 6 or 7 people jamming in a space the size of a moderate bedroom. Drumset in the corner, amps and cables winding everywhere. Many Thursdays, we would head a few blocks down the hill to a bar that hosted an open blues night.
In July of that year, I dropped a minidisc recorder in to my guitar case and got up on stage to sing “The things that I used to do” by Guitar Slim. I had learned it by listening to a track by Buddy Guy and gotten up on that same stage to sing it in June. The June performance was passable, but the July performance was better. And so that is what I’m going to share with you here. Forgive the screaming. I got a little excited and really went all out, but at least the audience liked it. Tune in at 2:45 for my noodling guitar solo. Stevie Ray I am not.
The things that I used to do
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