July 23

So there I was 3 month’s in L.A in a job I hated with no band or musicians that I wasn’t afraid to be around or totally uninspired by. I had left all my friends behind in

Florida and all I wanted to do was run home. But I had made a promise to myself to stick it out no matter what.

I had a day off coming from work and I was sitting around the house playing guitar and licking my wounds.

This will periodically happen to me, I think it must be the Taurus in me but something kicked at me, hard and I decided to go out by myself. There was a local bar in walking distance of my house and there was a band I was familiar with supposed to be playing. Although it was late I got myself up and walked to it.

Fortunately for me there was live music playing just not the particular band I had com to see but I sat at the bar  and enjoyed the new scenery.

Its funny how you never really remember how you meet new people, you just kind of do. And I am not clear how or why I started talking to this girl, but I did and I am grateful.

We talked and found we had music in common and that she played mandolin. Fantastic!

 

 

To be continued…..