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By the way, I play with this guy from the Doors...


I was out doing some meet and greet at a local venue this evening to meet my friend's booking agent and to discuss some potential ideas for some upcoming shows and after we had our chat this tall Native American man came up to say hello to my friend and I. After a few minutes of greeting and musician banter, this gentleman asked if we were coming to a benefit show the next day to help out a family that just lost their Mom to cancer... we said we were planning to attend. Then he asked us if we were going to sit in on the set he was playing on. My percussionist friend said he'd love to. Then he turned to me and asked what I played. I told him I played guitar a little and that I had been singing most of my life.

He then told me that I should come and join in the jam session and that he was looking forward to seeing me the next day.

I was somewhat taken aback, as the band that is headlining is a fantastic groove band and I'm so out of practice in jumping in on something like this, but why not?

Later, my friend told me that this man was a famous blues/acoustic/musician. His name is Keith Secola. His website is: http://www.secola.com.
So I will go over to the venue on Saturday afternoon and see what happens - you never know.

I'll keep you posted.

PS> The conversation with Keith ended as he talked about jamming with a former member of The Doors - two days ago! When I heard that, I told my friend - "Now this is something to blog about!"

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