When it rains

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This time last month, hardly jack to do. Deadlines met for the month. No gigs. Plenty spare hours in which to simply dig up work, try and nail down a new place to live, and try not to worry about the lack of housing. Even spent a night knocking back a few with MJ Kroll, who brought a bottle over, forced my jaws open and poured Jamesons down my throat, making me chase it with this wonderfully smooth, lime-flavored light beer by Corona. We did what we always do when we get together. Spend half the time laughing at each other, in between listening to music and dragging out a guitar to play some. After she leaves, it’s a leisurely switching of gears to toss a flick on the box, fire up a crooked cigarette and leave, ‘til the morning, what needs doing in the morning.

That was then, now is a whole different kettle of fish.

Missed one deadline (ain’t my fault, swear t’ God). Today it’s, wrap a story up for Twin Cities Daily Planet, get on with another for MN Spokesman-Recorder, and finish a pitch to Mpls.St. Paul Magazine. And, having landed an apartment, sign a lease within the week, get as many stories in the can as possible in the next couple days. Before the headache of packing and moving, disconnecting and reconnecting phone and Internet. Not to mention electricity. On top of which, Joey Shaneen, bless him, invited me to play Acadia Café. The evening my current lease ends. Nobody turns down a chance to play Acadia Café. Thing is, though, no BMI or ASCAP-licensed cover tunes. Which leaves originals and songs whose copyrights have lapsed into public domain. Cool. Just dust off more of my own material than usual and rehearse some blues standards. Still, need time to rehearse.

The tornado strikes. Tears up hell in North Minneapolis. On the blower with my man K-Jay the comedian who puts it in my head to see about a benefit for the victims. So, I let my fingers do the walking through my address book. Fancy Ray McCloney agrees to headline. Mahmoud El-Kati will make a featured appearance. Stan Kipper assures me he’ll see what can be worked out with New Primitives’ schedule. Judy Cooper Lyle expresses interest in organizing the event. The Good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, it could come off.

Gone, in a month, from groovin’ along like everything’s everything to to the scramble of trying to find enough hours in the day. Well, like they say, When it rains, right?

May 31, singer-songwriter Dwight Hobbes at Acadia Cafe, 8 p.m., 329 Cedar Avenue South in Minneapolis, courtesy Local Independent Music hearitlocal.com showcase.

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