Day 30 Tue. Oct 14, 2008

I called Jessica and Nerrissa, my daughters, informing them of the events of the past few days, and attempted to solidify the prospects of another fundraiser in CA.

We had breakfast at home, prepared by George. There was work to be done. I was expected to perform at an open mic at Rula Bula, an Irish Pub, somewhere near the UA campus in Tempe. It is a popular hangout for all. Young, old, talented, not so talented and an audience.

George’s son, Michael, who knows the MC and originator of this gig, called weeks ahead of time to get the arrangements made. Mike is a pilot and flies for Southwest. He put his friend, Bill Miller, in charge of my needs. Bill is an enthusiast of jazz and folk music.

Bill’s friend, Doug, is a videographer and guitarist, among his many talents. He often videos the open mic sessions at Rula Bula.

Walt Richardson, dred locks, beret and all, is the MC of this weekly event. He is a well-known musician in this area, and he brought in his PA system and took charge of the evening. Those interested in displaying their talents signed up on a sheet of paper. I was number 13.

I was told that this bacchanal goes on till the wee hours of the morning. George, Pam and I arrived about 7:30 and sat near the stage. Bill Miller arrived a short time later. Walt and his sister, Lilly, arrived a little later and we were all introduced. When Bill introduced me to Walt, Walt bumped me up to number 2 on the list of performers.

Walt has been on this scene for a very long time. He has been instrumental in assisting many worthy causes. He is well known about these parts. He gave me a very warm introduction and referred to my journey and its purpose. He accompanied me on his guitar for 3 songs which were very well received.

Bill brought along a drum machine for me to use tomorrow evening and we spent part of the evening getting acquainted with it. I also studied it after we got home.