Got a last minute text to fill a DJ slot at my
favorite local spot, Bait Shop. Things are
slowing down as the virus creeps into our
minds, social distancing the new buzzword, not
yet fully put into practice but people are
getting awkward, reluctant to part with
convention. Even so, Sarah, Jesse, Tamra, and
Pete showed up to listen to my surf and turf
set—a mix of salty twang and country songs. I lingered
till last call, spinning all four sides of
Townes van Zandt's Live at the Old Quarter,
sensing how special and fragile this moment
might be. Showed overworked
& underdrunk on the screen, amused by
it after the distance of many years—though this
easy night of lassitude and bibulousness
certainly did not live up to that title.
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