Saturday, May 10, 2014

Closing Time

Since I've been with Don's band, I've thought about my everyday view of life and how different live music is from that.

In my everyday life, I'm somewhat selfish and acquisitive-when I do something, I want something.  When I work hard, I want someone to pay me, or get the benefit of having a clean house, an attractive yard, whatever.  Music is so different, you give it all you've got, hope people like it, and have a great time.  But when it's gone, it's gone, you don't know whether you've made a difference or gained something, or not.

I love the process, though.  Setting up a stage, singing and mixing sound, hanging with great musicians, and even breaking down, going home, winding down, washing the cigarette smoke off my body and hair, and settling down to sleep.  Unplug them people...






Closing Time

The night she is a true companion 
They shuffle in 
They hear the sound 
But by night's end 
It's night's abandon 
You look across the floor 
Ain't anyone around 

Closing time 
Unplug them people 
And send them home 
It's closing time 

Now Kenny he's been mixing sound all evening 
Sometimes I think that boy 
He ain't got no ears 
And Kathy's laughing 
Kathy's always laughing 
Well keep on laughing Kathy 
Just make it out of here 

Closing time 
Unplug them people 
And send them home 
It's closing time 

So stack those chairs upon those tables 
And stack those empties upon that bar 
And count your money 
And count my money 
And hear those bottles ringing 
You know where you are 

Closing time 
Unplug them people 
And send them home 
It's closing time 

The night's all that's left behind 
You take your part and I'll take mine 
And go on home 
It's closing time