Great trip to Tupelo hall in Londonderry, NH last Thursday – Pat, aka “Paddy” Mills and I rolled down from Maine in the pleasure-mobile (totally killer Ford Escort Wagon, 1997, all tricked out with AC and that fancy dashboard light feature that prevents you from seeing your speedometer after dark…). Traffic got Paddy hung up on his way to Brunswick, so we were tense as we watched the clock tick off the minutes to 6:45 before we got there – five more minutes and we would have earned 4+ hours in the car for the honor of watching 4+ hours of open mike without playing…
As it was, we squeaked in under the wire and got great performance slots – 5th and 8th. Tuning was the most adventurous part of the night – I staged my very first retuning on the fly during “Up Through The Snow” – yanking an offending string into shape and hardly missing a beat, proving there’s a first time for everything. Paddy totally showed me up, though – the Gods of Discord whacked his guitar as he made his way to the stage. His soundcheck/introduction was marred with one of those baffling “everything seems wrong” kind of open-G chord strums that led to some fruitless twiddling at the peghead and the totally understated observation from Paddy: “That’s unfortunate.” I was sure he was doomed as he started up his song without ever getting the strings to sound anything like harmonious, but I was amazed when the song went off without a hitch. Everybody loved it, of course. Then he retuned between songs – same deal: the guitar sounded like a roomful of kindergarteners had spent their lunch break with it. And he launched into his second song nonetheless, and again, it sounded fine. We talked about it on the way home: apparently he simply avoided playing the strings that he knew were really out of tune. Which utterly boggles my mind.So the good news is that both Paddy and I have come away from the night with some shows at Tupelo Hall -- Paddy is going to be the feature spot at the open mic in a little less than two weeks, and I'll be opening for a long-time folk hero of mine, David Wilcox, in October.
