Friday, July 23, 2010
Day 47: Blue Skies
Canadian waters all day. Many hours spent reading, napping, thinking, knitting, and chatting with fellow travelers. An easy like sunday morning kind of day.
At the Juneau terminal I had ended up in a conversation with an older gentleman in a cowboy hat and boots, who spoke with a bit of a twang. He mentioned that he had given an impromptu performance in the bar on his trip up. Ever since some of us have been talking him up to another show. Last night, last chance. We informally agreed to convene at 8pm, and were treated some real quality country music. He commanded the nonexistent stage like he had owned it for fifty years, which he had. Played a song he won a talent contest with in 1953, and talked of touring in 1971. He knew every hit, joked with his wife, and dedicated Spanish Eyes to me. The whole bar was in an uproar over him, swapping drinks, clapping, and hollering. We got so rowdy the captain sent word to the bar keep to quiet us down. He'd been playing for almost two hours, so he wrapped up his set. Still a lady about my age got up the courage to start softly playing the piano and singing. She was equally talented, and had been encouraging others to accompany her. The gentleman cowboy, a woman with a kind smile, and even I braved some improvised covers. Open mic coffee house on a boat! And, we weren't half bad, if I do say so myself.
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