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May 01, 2009
Open Mic Story #1
Sheryl and I were at the open mic at Nolan’s Irish Pub last night. (Sheryl had a chance to do a couple of new songs).
At these get-togethers you hear a variety of songs, some pretty good, some that need work, and occasionally you hear something that really sticks in your mind.
Such was the case with a 95-year old gentleman who came up and did a couple of songs. He had a little trouble holding down the chords on his guitar, but his voice was strong. Normally the folks who come to Nolan’s for a drink but not necessarily the music will chatter away in the background while the performers sing, but when this gentleman ascended slowly to the stage and began his songs, the house fell silent. I can’t remember his name, but his image will always remain with me.
So will the chorus of one of his songs:
“Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Seven old ladies locked in the lavat’ry
They were there from Sunday ‘till Saturday
Nobody knew they were there"
There was a verse for each of the seven ladies; the last verse brought this epic tale to a memorable close (the more delicate among you should not read any further…)
“The seventh old lady was one Mrs. Tate
She tool castor oil for something she ate
She ran for the stall but was one second late
And everyone knew she was there.”
Ah, they don’t write ‘em like that anymore.
You never know what you are going to hear at an open mic!
Posted by leonolguin at May 1, 2009 10:44 AM
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