He Said: American SONGS!
Sunday, July 13th, 2008This 4th of July was a fun one. My friend, and infamous TOAD bartender, Greg, had a BBQ replete with shotgunning small cans of Bud, drinking games, and lots of meat. You know: it was very American. After the BBQ, some of us headed over to Atwood’s to see Tim Gearan play, and after that the party resumed. Needless to say, it was a long night.
Now, those of you who know me know I am no stranger to long nights. Unfortunately, I had underestimated what a toll such 4th of July activities would have on me, and I’d agreed to play a solo acoustic set the next night to help out a friend. When I showed up at the venue, Sally O’Brien’s in Somerville, MA, I could barely play my guitar, but I was determined to entertain.
I hit the stage around 10:00pm, and decided to play some songs in honor of the holiday weekend. I greeted the crowd, “Hey everyone, I’m gonna start out tonight by playing some American songs.” I started playing “Babe, It Ain’t No Lie” by Elizabeth Cotton. For those of you who don’t know Elizabeth Cotton, she was an African American woman from North Carolina, born in 1895, who taught herself guitar and wrote songs, and had worked as a maid from the time she was 13 years old. She was “discovered” when she became a maid for the Seeger family. Probably her most famous song is “Freight Train”.
Check out this video of her playing Freight Train. You see a long close-up of her bizarre playing style; the guitar is upside down and she’s playing the melody with her thumb and the bass parts with her fingers. But, I digress. I was going to play Freight Train next, as a sort of Elizabeth Cotton medley. My concentration was broken, however, when half way into the first verse, a drunk older guy in the back screamed, “YOU SUCK!” I thought, “Wow. That’s a first.” Just as I finished the song, the same guy staggered up to the stage, reached his hand out, apologized and disappared.
I found out later that he was sitting next to my friend Chuck, and Chuck thought he heard, “Hey Chuck!” so he asked the guy, “What did you say?” The guy pointed to me and said, “I said he sucks.” Chuck asked, “Why’d you say that?” The drunk replied, “Because he said that America sucks!” My friend corrected him, “He said: American SONGS!” The guy told him he felt terrible and that’s when he came over and apologized. Yup. That gig was one for the books.









