So, I live in a tiny little
extremely rural village on the north shore of Maui; gas station, post office, little shopping center in an old cannery, and the rest is pretty much lush tropicalness on the edge of the Pacific Ocean. Tonight's a pretty typical night; I'll load up the bass and drive to the west side, to play at the Ritz-Carlton Kapalua, one of the most luxurious resorts in the world, and familiar to anyone who follows professional golf. The money is excellent, and life could not possibly be better. So what's the funny part?...
The funny part is, while I'm at the gig on the other side of this lovely isle, a small dance studio in the aforementioned shopping center will feature one of its occasional "Ebb And Flow" concerts. Tonight's guest is
Mark Dresser in a solo performance. This place is a couple of minutes walk from my house; in fact, if I were going to be at home, I could hear him playing from across the gulch if I sat in my back yard.
Nope, I'm not whining at all. But I do think it's funny that one of the greatest bassists of our time is playing this little one-horse town, literally in my back yard, while I'm working. Ironic. If any of you TBers want to check it out, there's food in the fridge and some lawn chairs out back.
