I was surly when I came home Monday night. I snapped at my wife for no real reason, the dog gave me a wide berth and I didn’t get a chance to eat before I went to my regular Monday night gig at the Evening Star Cafe.

And a party broke out. We played for three hours at what is supposed to be a two-hour show, the unusually rowdy crowd danced and sang, and all hints of surliness evaporated.

I don’t exercise much any more, I don’t watch what I eat the way that I should and I have a high-stress job. This Monday night gig is the healthiest thing I do.

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By the way, you can find live recordings of  couple of Evening Star sets from earlier this year here.