Today, we had music at the Roadhouse.
It was a little bit strange, because usually, we know ahead of time that there’s going to be music, but, today we got surprise music! So, that was cool.
(It delayed my Twin Peaks marathon I was planning, in order to indoctrinate some other staff members into the weird, but alas. Television shows will be there, and live music performances will not.)
It was good music, a man on a guitar, with a harmonica and a stomp-box, playin’ the blues and singing about his “Crocodile-Eatin’ Dog”.
It had the swampland-sandpaper sound that brought back images of the bayou.
The off-duty staff hung out to listen, and ended up playing Uno all night.
I love music. I love people. Life is beautiful.