I'm Sorry

I'm sorry. I'm sorry Kenny in advance for the sounds I am about to produce, sounds that may resemble both the incompetent yet earnest efforts of a 7th grader playing on a $200 horn as well as the gutteral sounds of a Mongolean camel in the throes of a breached birth. Please have the doctor bills from any choclear bleeding sent directly to my accountant.....and Happy Easter. I hope the congregation understands.

I thought for sure when you said you wanted to replace your trumpet player with me (a bass trombonist) on your Easter gig you were joking. Isnt that like replacing a refrigerator with a toaster?! I mean sure, you are the arranger and can make it work, but I hadnt imagined you really meant it.

When you asked if I would be ready a week ago, I tried to say "no" but lost out to the stronger freelancer voice that only knows how to respond to work opportunities in the affirmative. "Yes, I can do it......not well, not compitently, but 'do it'? Yes, I can do it."

I sought the advise of a top notch freelancer friend as to whether he thought I should do it. "Hell ya." Even if its bad? "Oh hell ya! Take the money and run." Obviously my freelancer voice and his had been schooled on the same mean streets.

So I await whatever may happen. The upside is as my old roommate used to say, "If they call you and you say you cant do it, they will never call you again. If they call you and you can't do it but take the gig anyway, they will pay you and then never call you again. So really, you have nothing to loose and everything to gain by taking the gig."

Giddy up!

.....update......
Gig went just fine.....but just to be safe, I took the money and ran anyway.

.....update.......
I got so stressed out about the gig, I got a cold. Because I didnt rest and did the gig and the hang afterwards, the cold turned into a sinus infection. I think the money I made on the gig should just about cover the money I lost from missing work.