We played music at the Brothers K coffeehouse. One of our favorite and most difficult places to play. Favorite because it's such a friendly vibe - our neighborhood, the folks we see everyday. We all know each other. Even if it's just from the friendly nod of the head, the welcoming smiles.
Difficult, because we are so exposed. Naked voices, lone guitar, in a large and cold room. Every one there to watch and listen. Really listen. No matter how many shows we've done, this type of setting is still a little frightening.
There is nowhere to hide. And our songs are honest and heartfelt. No theater, no illusion, no masks. Although, really, there's always a mask, right?
We did four of our original songs. We really did them. For some reason, every note rang out with clarity and conviction. We never sounded so good. And the audience took it in. All of it. So exhilarating. The best feeling in the world.
I had a couple of glasses of wine afterwards, chatting with friends. The wine had no effect. None. Playing had opened a door to a new clarity. I still carry it with me this morning. And it is good.
