Monday May 27 2013

Musicplayer Fish Eye (May 27 2013)*

Waking up shortly after 1:30 p.m.

Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Strawberries, and Milk. Orange Juice.

I take the Sony Vaio I just bought on Friday back to Best Buy because there was a faulty key and the spacebar seemed to not have as much sensitivity as expected. So I replace it with another, hassle-free.

Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Water.

Setting up the new laptop fresh out of the box. I've done this once already.

Becca's in town. I go pick her up from her parent's house off Indian River.


Then to Chicho's for an acoustic Memorial Day show. With Ana, Kevin, Kofi, and Tyler Davis watching Mike Gombas go on first. The stage is set up on the porch looking out on Pacific Avenue. Everybody has fun with Tyler's fish eye lens for his camera. Sipping on a few Bud Lights. I go on next and play through a fun set of the usual covers I do. A lively gang of people in their late 40's or early 50's sit at the family table right in front of me. Once I play that oldies song "All I Have To Do Is Dream" they sing along. Playful banter ensues. I preface the crowd that I'm about to do a Weezer song and one of them says they don't know who that is. Jokingly I reprimand him and mention how they're from the 90's. He responds by asking to play something from the 1890's.

Me: "Give it up for the 1890's crew over here!"

JoAnna Lynne goes up third and serenades everyone's ears with sincere soulful country pop tunes.

Gombas through a Fish Eye (1)(May 27 2013)

Musicplayer at Chicho's (May 27 2013)*

Back at the house with Becca, Ana, Kofi, and Tyler. James Graves arrives later after driving from North Carolina. I brew some Coffee and we snack on anything around: Almond Crisps, Double Stuf Oreos, Garlic Rolls, Bok Choy, etc. A smooth bossa nova jazz CD on the stereo. James describes the over abundance of fireflies on his drive here.

James: "There was so many of them it was almost like the trees were filled with Christmas lights."

I pull out the Ninja Turtles playing cards and we play a few rounds of "No Way, Dude," which is basically "Bullshit" but the Ninja Turtles-family version.


Ana: "What's the number?"

James just put down one ten for his go. Now it's Ana's turn.

Ana: "Okay. One eleven."

Me: "Eleven?"

Everyone bursts out in laughter.


Me: "No way, dude! You can't even lie correctly."

It's supposed to be jacks, not elevens, obviously. She's embarrassed and hides under the table.


After hours of fun with "No Way, Dude" we move on to a few guessing games where it's as simple as guessing the card on top of the deck. Kofi amazingly guesses a King of hearts. Then, Becca shuffles the deck and spreads all the cards face down and asks me to guess where the shredder (the joker) is. Without any thought I flip up the first one I see and coincidentally it's the shredder!


Tyler's playing through popular theme songs on the piano, everything from classic movies and musicals. He reaches the Titanic theme but uses strange relative minor chords.

Me: "That's an interesting version."

James: "Did you just call him an interesting virgin."


The girls put on this Youtube video of Astrud Gilberto singing. I realize Ana's alter decade is the 60's.

Me: "I think you might be a 60's child."


Kevin steps into the house with a huge smirk on his face, but quietly, which is nothing like his style. We all suspect something out of the norm.

Me: "Alright, Kevin. Why are you smiling?"

Then we hear the door open again. It's a girl he brought home from Murphy's named Amy.

Amy: "I like your art house. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

The gathering dwindles down sometime after 4 a.m. Ana and I retreat upstairs to my room. She sits in her corner reading Persepolis while I go take a shower. I return. We cuddle in the bed. Turned on. Kissing. Lost in a mesmerizing state of sexual bliss.

Sleep at some late ungodly hour.

* Images by Becca.

Images by me.

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