Proviso’s of Music……………..#124 (the 60’s)

A flowing invitiation

A flowing uncertai

The envisage of professional musician was apocryphal,  Gary observing two categories of proviso’s of music,  Performers  who have mastered the technique of instrumentation and assert the works of opportunity.   Expressionist, those who are receptive to interpretation,  reflecting a language of compassion,  emotion attesting its invitation.   Gary sometimes questioned his resolve, will an artist paint for the blind, will an author write for the apathetic,  will musician play for the deaf?   Some nights discovering an apparition of discontent,  but posturing  before the keyboard,  all disparity would absolve,  with the  embarkation of his musical presence,  an acknowledgement is conveyed with a testimonial to his chosen profession.

It was after 2:00 a.m. and Herb Carpenter the owner was departing the club,  Gary,  Julian Kersey and Leo Thompson remaining the three  ascertaining they would ensure the policing  of the door when exiting.  The three remained in conversation for thirty minutes,  Leo venturing behind the bar to decant each a bourbon selection, the attorney returning with the liquid inspiration in hand,  the discourse continuing without interruption.   The phone ring was noted  several times, the pianist hesitant in acknowledgment, the club being destined as closeted for the night.   Giving its continued call,  Gary finally responding, it was Bob the night desk clerk from the lobby on the line.   Bob’s statement was perplexing,  “there’s beer running down the hall and into the lobby”,   the musician immediate response was  “what?”.    Exiting the club, hurrying down the short distance to the lobby area, finding  Bob was correct in his assumption,  there was a foaming liquid retreating from beneath the club entrance door and  navigating down the hall to the lobby.
Re-entering the club and tracing the liquid path, Gary discovering the culprit.   Leo, when venturing behind the bar,  having removed his coat, placing the array on draw beer spigot.   The pulling weight of the coat turning on the tap,  the brew flowing down the apparel,  bypassing the drain.  Once finding the floor, the fragrant liquid flowed under the entrance door and down the hall to the lobby.   A question was raised on how much of the 15 gallon keg had been dispersed on it journey from the  club,  the answer remains in a state of uncertainty as was the disposition of Leo’s coat.

The latest - 8 track under dash

The latest – 8 track under dash

A new inversion for music,  the eight track tape player was now available and the musician deciding the advent of this latest music device an addition to his car.   A customer acquaintance at the Pirates Cove, a dealer in automotive accessories providing this new entertainment concept.  Gary having retained an eight track presentation of a new group, the Mystic Moods Orchestra, their brass and string selection having the sounds of nature in the background, thunder, rain, wind.  Gary enjoying the diversity of the Pirates Cove Clientele, it wasn’t unusual for road traveling tradesmen through the week to make gifts of their demo products, Gary always in hopes of meeting a new car salesman with a caravan of demo models.  Friday and Saturday night being prolific, the club at capacity with a diversified faction of well-educated Oklahoma couples, all their request answered, Jan  never surprising,  the ageless lyrics from the past, or a recent Dionne Warwick’s release composed by Andre Previn,  theme from The Valley of Dolls,  her repertoire and presentation satisfying a most appreciative audience.


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