Good Tuesday morning everybody. Today's post from posts past takes us to January 30, 2017 and touches on Mr. Robin having a momentary brain fart and mistaking the name Robert Ford for the name, Robben Ford. Oh, and he drones on about one of his favorite all-time guitarists, George Harrison. Enjoy! Happy Monday everybody! Hope you’re all well and thinking good thoughts. And, why would you be thinking anything but good thoughts? Oh, there’s probably a lot of reasons, but we’ll let it go…for now. The weekend here at The Compound was somewhat less than auspicious. I discovered that something has apparently gone very wrong in my brain and that I am now officially diagnosed as selectively dyslexic. Isn’t the internet great for self-diagnosis? By that, I mean that I sometimes have this odd and somewhat frustrating ability to misread or misinterpret stuff that I come across and read…or, maybe I’m just blowing past the real meat of things. The latter is more likely, but I figure if I claim to be selectively dyslexic people will leave me alone. Or, not… “He used to be so clever and witty. Now, he’s just a sniveling blob of selective dyslexia. And, he comes from such a good family. Well, but he drinks wine like the evil stepchild of Ernest Gallo so what do you expect?” Here’s an example. Nearly everyone in Cosmic City knows T.z. Wright, the musician…am I right? The brother is a darn fine guitar player, a demon on keyboards, and a master of the accordion. Besides that, he’s just a good guy, one of the few left in CC as far as I’m concerned. But, I digress… So, last Friday I see an event announcement on Facebook that T.z. will be doing his usual Friday night gig at the Café Bahnhof in Waynoka. The announcement included that he would be performing with Robert Ford. With me so far? My selectively dyslexic brain focused(?) on that and saw that T.z. would be performing with Robben Ford. Now then, for those of you asking, who the hell is Robben Ford, let me enlighten you. Robben is a blues, jazz, and rock guitarist who has toured behind (among several others) George Harrison back in the day. I think he may even have toured with KISS when they were dealing daily with a missing Ace Frehley. I met Robben Ford when he came to Northern Virginia a few years ago. Nice guy, great guitar player…did I mention he toured behind George Harrison? Frankly, that’s all I need to know. Now I’m sure there are those of you, with normal brains, who are probably thinking that logic should have taken over and made me re-read the Facebook post about Café Bahnhof. To misquote The Spock, logic would dictate that Robben Ford would never come within 400 miles of Waynoka or Café Bahnhof. Hey, it could happen. Remind me sometime to tell about Leonard Nimoy’s visit to Cosmic City back in the late 60’s. But again, I digress. So I click, “Yes, I’ll be there” for all of Facebook to see before I realize that it’s not actually Robben Ford that will be there. Now, I feel like an idiot. NOW, let me state that T.z. Wright alone is worth the price of admission to see and I would happily have driven the 120 miles round trip from The Compound to be there. Probably should have. It’s important to support local musicians no matter where they’re playing. But I didn’t. I was still overly puzzled by my selective dyslexia. ALSO, this post is not intended in any way as a slap at Robert Ford, the guy who was actually playing last Friday night. I first saw him when he played behind The Dad at the western swing event at the conference center back in November. Robert Ford is a drummer who lives (I think) in Gage. He’s in that class of drummers that The Dad really likes…a guy who drives the beat straight up the a** of the rest of the band. Should I have gone to Waynoka Friday night? Yes, of course. But my only excuse is that I am possessed of a defective brain and I was somewhat embarrassed at my 12 year old girl excitement over the possibility of seeing Robben Ford. Remind me sometime to tell of my up close and personal encounter with THE Tom Jones...sheesh. T.z. also plays at Wagg’s here in Cosmic City on Wednesday nights…where I hear he channels George Harrison. I’m there! That is all! Comments are closed.
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