So, I’m checking back into my hotel after rehearsal tonight and I’m exhausted. I landed in Sydney this morning after a flight that felt like it was 37 days long, took some notes and went to rehearsal. If you were to ask me what time I feel like it is right now, the answer would be “175 b’glock”.
The guy at the front desk asks what kind of guitar I have in my case? ”Is it a Gibson?” My initial response was almost something snarky, but for some reason, I swallowed all my asshole responses and replied, “Yes, actually it is a Gibson. Do you play?”. He said he did but he “wasn’t a professional” like me.
He asked if he could see the guitar and I figured “why not” even though all I wanted to do was get my key and sleep. He then proceeded to play “Message In A Bottle”, “Do Do Do Do, Da Da Da Da Da” and “can’t Get Enough of Your Love” and “Shooting Star” for me. I got my own little concert in the lobby. Never had that happen before. Awesome.
Here’s to rock n’roll, the great facilitator.
Here’s to you Louis.