Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Magical Moment 69, "Lodi"

“How do I get into these situations?” That’s what I asked myself last night as I worked my tail off playing every “show-stopper” song I had in my repertoire. Somehow, I wound up in a Russian bar in Brooklyn playing for tips. I agreed to play for tips because I’ve never had too much trouble bringing them in before, especially when I bring my list and people start making requests. I quickly found out that a tough-looking, Russian speaking crowd doesn’t sing along and break out the 20's when a Billy Joel or Eagles song comes on.

My song list carries a wide enough variation in styles, that I can always find a song to please every crowd, however I guess I neglected the all-Russian crowd. I decided to use the evening as an opportunity to rehearse some songs that I’ve never done before. Ever since we moved to northern NJ, I’ve been fascinated with the song “Lodi” by CCR and as I played it in front of a crowd for the first time last night, I decided it’s my anthem. Especially the last verse.

Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again.

Rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walkin' out if I go.
I was just passin' through, must be seven months or more.
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.

The man from the magazine said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plans fell through
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again.

If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung.
And ev'ry time I've had to play while people sat there drunk.
You know, I'd catch the next train back to where I live.
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.

Well, I called it quits that night after a very solemn, older Russian man stepped on my acoustic guitar and didn’t even seem to notice or care. I left with barely enough tips to break even between the tolls and gas that it cost me to get there in the first place. If I only had a dollar for every song I sung that night, at least I'd have some money to grab a burger or something. And as I drove back home, disappointed and still upset about my guitar, I figured I would just have to take comfort in the fact that someone else, somewhere in the world, felt the same frustration and went through the same struggles as I’m going through now. Empathizing with those in the same boat would have to be enough to console me for that night.

**This is the song "Lodi" from last night. It's a little hard to hear at first through all the noise. The second half gets louder.

1 comment:

DEbbie said...

I don't know how you do this, however I am proud of you that you keep at it.