Tonight’s gonna be full of glitter, butt shakin, and raunchy rotating. I’m in. Are you?
A few months ago, I was hangin’ out at the Stone Fox having a beer and watching a couple of local bands. It was shortly after the first group ended their set when I noticed the Mason jar (TN beer pint glass) in my hand was feeling kinda light. I contemplated whether it was time for a refill or if I should just tab out and surrender to my exhausted bones. It was a very slow evening. You know–when you feel like sinking your face to the bar, letting your arms stretch forward, nose melting into the grain of the wood? The energy felt dead considering it was mid-week. People were fishing for pens to sign their bills. I was eager to join them.
Of course when a low rumbling sound filled the air, I swung my head around to witness an interesting feng shui situation unfolding. I couldn’t believe what I saw. There (stage left) was a very unusual instrument: one without plugs, wires, or knobs. The kind of instrument you hear Grandpa defend in his Back-In-My-Day-You-Don’t-Know-Shit -About-Shit-Hippie- ‘Cause-Your-Eye-Podthing-Is-Full-Of-Brain-Rotting-Noise-Glued -To-Your-Ears speeches. Yes, a beautiful upright piano was parked with the keys left in the ignition. EXCUSE ME. An upright PIANNA! HEE! It was waiting for someone to smash and trash it.