Monday, June 25, 2012


We were nearing the end of our set at an indoor art festival when I felt it. Something in my throat. If I sang the next notes as I always did, the resulting sound would be a hacky train wreck. Even the people who weren't listening would notice.

I routed around whatever was in my throat. The hack-inducing thing went away. The mother of all clams was averted.

Everything before and after that moment went well too. We got a lot more positive attention than I would have expected, given that we were only there to enhance the ambience. Still, the thing I'm most proud of is the thing that didn't happen. Funny how that works.


DeppityBob said...

Excellent. Both the rerouting and the blog. "Can you reroute the aft inertial dampers around the hacky thing in the throat?" "Aye, captain!"

Brian McDonald said...

I'm imagining a phlegmy version of Neo dodging the bullet in "The Matrix".

cinderkeys said...

It felt nearly that heroic at the time. ;)