Mercenary-Mutual

A note again on the nature of music-making in Dupont Circle. You have solo singers who bring their electric rig all over town to play the same covers every day, lay out their hat and generally obstruct the air with their wha wha whas. You have your amateur Phish-Head who bake in the sun for hours playing the same three chords and incidentally, bake, KWIM. And you have Alec, the troubador and his longstanding bud Steve who knows all his stuff, must have been playing together for years. They kindly let me sit in and tinkle on flute solos, cowbell and shakers. A small crowd crept nearer on the grass to hear some, for once, intelligently played music. In this realm I feel justified. I'm still waiting to shine and rip out with the old drummer guys, hope they have another strong summer left in them.
Why Dirty Harry? I'm just a loose cannon with a badge that says "musician". No big deal.