Flinchy's - 2/15/06 - Camp Hill, PA

It feels like it's been forever since my last entry. The snow last weekend kind of put a damper on things and the Gullifty's gig was ultimately canceled. We will be establishing a reschedule date for sometime in March. I will post it on here and the website once it's solid.

Overall, a fun night at Flinchy's and a great crowd for a Wednesday. During breaks and after the show I was able to chat with a couple of interesting folks. The first one of these folks was Tom. Tom had a hearty beard, wore lots of flannel, and divulged to me during our conversation that he lived in a shed. In short, he did not wear the traditional garb or have the sterotypical aura of a so-called "educated man." However, Tom beautifully substaniated the old adage: "never judge a book by its cover."

Tom and I spent a good 15 minutes or so during a break talking about music and books, what we've been reading, foreign languages, our favorite authors, the classics, Johnny Cash, the internet (apparently his shed doesn't have high-speed access), and on and on. Tom was a really interesting guy. It would've been cool to just talk with Tom for a while and listen to his story, maybe over a joint or some beers. Everyone has a story, and in the short time I spoke with Tom, it certainly seemed like his story would be one worth hearing. Perhaps sometime later, somewhere down the line...

There was also a group of young college girls (always welcome at my shows) that showed up later in the evening. They were from Messiah and WVU and at least one of them lived in the area. I couldn't quite decide what they were doing in a bar in Camp Hill late on a Wednesday night in the middle of the semester, but I think one of them mentioned a funeral.

One of the college girls was from Jersey and requested some Springstein. She later informed me in between songs that her mother was a close friend of The Boss. After speaking with her some, she told me that he was just "Uncle B" to her for a good part of her life. She didn't even find out the scope of his celebrity until she was 12. He was just very down to earth and their circle of friends and family just downplayed his fame and kept it under raps from the kids. I've played quite a few bars over the years and have heard my share of tall-tales, but I'm almost certain that she was being honest and sincere. At the end of the night she said that "Uncle B" would've been proud of my performance. What a sweet girl.

A friend of mine from the duo No Shame (playing at Flinchy's Feb. 25th) also stopped by for the last song or two. I played right up until 2 A.M. Coming home there seemed to be more cars on the road than usual, but it was a good drive. There were still some of those blissful moments of night driving--No one's around, everything and everyone seems to be sleeping, and for a few moments the world almost feels like it belongs to you.