Monday, July 05, 2004

A Tough Night

Back in the professor’s show biz days, some gigs were harder than others. The performance date was to be a benefit, held in a church basement in St. Paul, for a six-year-old with cancer. It was well organized, with activities for kids, a silent auction and lots of door prizes. Our combo was the entertainment.

About a week before the gig, the child died. It was strange, playing a wake. The parents were there, his medical team, relatives, neighbors and schoolmates. His father gave a heart-rending speech, thanking those who helped, but he was really inconsolable. We played the best we could, I think people appreciated it. Afterwards, there was a ton of leftover beer that had been donated by a local brewery. They told us to take as much home as we wanted.

It was really good beer, but drinking it didn’t make me feel any better.

By Professor Batty


Blogger lab munkay said...

Sometimes there is not enough beer in the world to numb that kind of pain. Your music diverted people from it and I'm sure was apreciated. As a fellow scandinavian Minnesotan, I am delighted to have found your sight. Write On.

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