[Harp-L] In a dangerous place with a broken harp
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- From: "michael rubin" <michaelrubinharmonica@xxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2008 14:08:10 -0600
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This weekend I played a Christmas party for a cow fattening company in
Freona Texas. I do not know the term for it, but it is basically a
cow hotel where they house cows and fatten them, then truck them to
the slaughterhouses. They fed us a steak dinner. Anyway, I am
pretty sure they had heard about jewish people, but I might have been
the first they had ever actually seen. I chose to keep that bit of
information quiet.
We were to sleep at a house that was hosting an after party. There
were many very drunk people who when you asked them what they did for
a living, they would answer , "I'm a cowboy". Even the women,
verbatim. Actually, I felt kind of a kinship, one guy said "as long
as I can can on that horse every day, I'll be okay." I can relate to
that.
Anyway, I was saying goodnight when someone said, "You got that harp
in your pocket?"
"Yes sir." "Play us a Christmas tune." Well, even though I was
raised jewish I love Christmas tunes and play in a gospel band that
just played a Christmas show, so I was unafraid. Until my harp
refused to play 3 draw.
The cowboys were reaching for their guns. I had to transpose all my
Christmas songs up an octave very quickly or face the same fate as
those cows. Quite a challenge, and fun was had by all.
Michael Rubin
Michaelrubinharmonica.com
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