Ole Wayne and I went to a party jam in a guy's garage down in Long Beach yesterday. Played for 5 or 6 hours and most of 'em were great musicians who could just hear something and start playing. I need chords written down. Anyway, it was great fun. Ended the night singing one of my original songs to them and they didn't laugh too loudly. (They didn't laugh at all.) Woke up this morning wondering why I couldn't do this for a living. The average age, we figured out on the drive home, was about sixty. The two single women that played were hits of the party. We were also wondering why we have to drive to Long Beach? But I've not been able to find anything in West LA of a similar bent.
They didn't know this one:
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