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Vance’sMondayNiteAcousticPajamaParty #228 - CALM, QUIET, GROOVY NIGHT PART 2

Website: www.youtube.com/live/HLjHmMxOUgUx`

(you know why because the next day stuff)

When Monday, Nov 4, 7:30PM ET

Where: https://youtube.com/live/HLjHmMxOUgU?feature=share

Who gets 10% - A GoFundMe page will be set up for Nick Morse , son of the recently passed dean of Boston music critics and music supporter Steve Morse. Nick is an abstract artist of some renown who is autistic and non-verbal. I'll be giving to that.

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*PRIVATE COACHING AVAILABLE - Contact me (vance@vancegilbert.com) for songwriting, performance, and voice coaching.*
**CUSTOM SONGS - Expensive, but sure, you want one about you or your family or something.**

GIGS OF NOTE -
Fri Nov 22 Nashville, TN - City Winery Nashville
Sat Nov 23 Chattanooga, TN - Davis Wayne's
Sun Nov 24 Atlanta, GA - Eddie's Attic
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RANDOM 1ST DAY OF NOVEMBER STUFF

~ I’m running up Hemlock, a noted 30º incline that *starts* most of my jaunts. Joe, our mail carrier, is coming down Hemlock, and he smiles at me with “You should be going...oh never mind” with a laugh. He tosses over his shoulder “It’s a hot one - leave your sweatshirt in my truck if you want and I’ll drop it by the house when i go by.”

~ I wear tattered underwear just one more time before discarding them for good just to say goodbye.

~ Call them. Call them before Tuesday. Call them, whoever they are and just find a reason to say “I love you”. They are in diametric opposition to you and what you believe. They may no longer be friends because of it. You know that person I’m talking about. No, not the abusive asshat that makes you unsafe. Listen to what I'm saying - the one with whom you disagree with on stuff enough that you both have gone ghost. The hard, gray call to make. Call.

~ I got a roll of packing tape that was loaded wrong on the applicator. Who lost their job that day?

~ I love paying bills. Really. I feel so grown up. I write checks still and never cease to say “I’m paying my bills with money from my job making art” when I’m putting on stamps.

~ She and I differ on how to do Halloween with neighborhood kids. She thinks it should be bunnies and princesses and I think it should be my spooky app through a bass speaker with its moans and clinking chains and slashing sounds. I relented this year, we compromised, and I put up a Spotify "Halloween Party Playlist”. OK fine. Monster Mash, Thriller, Spooky, Werewolves Of London, fine. But when Rick James' “Super Freak” came on and there were like 5 7-year olds on the porch I couldn’t punch the “Wolf Howl” button on my app quickly enough.

~ I kept the sweatshirt on. I needed the sweat. But this neighborhood. This postal employee. He parks at the corner of our house in the shade of a tree and eats his lunch. He’ll often be post-prandial praying the rosary when I come to the truck to drop letters I forgot to put in our out slot. I just wait until he's done, and I’d fight to death his right to start and be done. Make the call. Call them.

xovg