IIig would be pleased
Last week was strange or stranger than I would have preferred, but I’ll tell you all so maybe the or rather a lesson can be learned.
Many know me as Bruce, the NFLD’s think of me as anti "the Rock” which I’m not, I toured with Harry Hibbs for 2 years, that’s Newfoundland’s #1son don’t you know.
Back to the tale.
The lively but Springer’ish thread I involved myself with last week took its vengeance out on me ( not in the thread but at an engagement) with the likes I’ve never know in 6 to 7 day 50 weeks and 37 years of,well, performing. ( Soon to be playing the Penny Whistle in D at a session near you )
Hired to entertain at a company holiday party this Saturday past. ( I posted a video just for IIig and few other if you email me I send you the link )
Upscale as it gets, set-up at 2pm, run home shower and change get back for a 6pm start. Driving into the parking lot where it seemed like 40 valet kids swarmed when I pulled in, very nicely said I’m the entertainer and I’ll park my own car& trailer. I was told to park at the very far end of the property under a huge billboard. They even had a young valet run along side of the car and made sure I was backed-up under the sign just ever so straight. Three times!
The ‘gig’ went as planned, some 450 party folks thrilled, got paid, I’m happy, now to pack-up and get the SUV and trailer around to the stage door…I’m going home!
IIig…this is the part you’ll enjoy.
It seems that this particular billboard is home to 500 pigeons or seagulls.
Because of the exact spot they parked me under, the droppings covered my windshield and side windows completely. It was also unavoidable I stepped into the poop and tracked it into the car, the mats, the carpet. Being dark, I knew nothing until I was sitting in the front seat, not a hint of light through the windshield and the smell now rising from my feet.
Apparently, the Head Valet is the owner’s son and doesn’t like when someone including Mr. Stage doesn’t pay $4 to park the car. The owner and son were gone at this late hour; with only a tired night manager to complain too, I loaded the equipment talking to myself and my partner tried to console me, but defeated I drove home with finger pointing from other motorists on the 1/2hr journey.
Should I mention what happens when you try to clear it with the car wipers?
I woke early the next morning to unload the trailer and head for the carwash where every Km to, and every coin for the carwash made my mind wonder back to thesession.org .
The End