I headed down to ARTSWorcester tonight to participate in what had been billed as a night of collaborative work — poets working with painters, musicians and poets, painters and musicians, etc.

When I got there, there were no apparent musicians, a lot of painters, and NO poets. They didn’t even have my name on the performers’ list.

So I left after about half an hour.

I went over to Guitar Center and hung out for a bit, playing my (I call it “mine” even though I don’t and will likely never own it) Gibson J-45. The J-45 is hands down my favorite guitar from any of the big makers; its thump and woody sound fit well with my style of playing. Someday, maybe.

Then, I headed down to West Warwick RI to watch Faro play in the classic rock band “Hidden Drive.” These guys are getting to know me and I’m pretty popular with them; I wrote a poem a while ago about seeing them play (“Friday Night At the Wood River Inn”) and they’ve got it up on their website. We had a good time. There’s something very satisfying to me about completely familiar rock songs performed well by guys (and women) for the sheer joy of it, not out of any expectation of getting famous or anything.

Now, I’m home, getting ready for bed…Exciting, huh? Hope yours was as wonderful. 😉