6/28/08
3/23/05
Chico,California is a college town,known in times past
for its partytime attitudes.
Although tainted by its past, it has tempered its bad rep,
over the years with a general reluctance among students;and
the city fathers: whomever they may be at any given time.
Last night was a Tuesday, the start of the college week?
Understand the setting if you will, there are basically three
places of which I am familiar with; that cater to the college
students as quasi-underground in the form of free entertainment.
Two of the singers each individuals with guitar in hand, place their
hearts and voices before their audiences at various times.
Back in the sixties, we had similar happenings, on nights when we
couldn’t bring calm to our troubled souls,and wanted to find some
cheap,pleasurable music. So it began like last night, I like to go; and
listen to my kids sing,and play guitar at these times of memories we
still can make with each other. Of course, my part as an old man; is
to listen: to the music as it is played: give critiques afterward: see my
children in moments of their joy: and laughter as they do what they love
to do. Please others!
Usually several coffee shops in town cater to the students here in
Chico, providing some form of music, poetry, or whatever passes for
entertainment to their patrons with the lowest of overheads to themselves.
I don’t knock it, for it is at the least an expression of finding hidden talent,
yet undiscovered; waiting to become!
It is at best a chance to be known locally!
It is a scene out of my past,which dares to come out of the cobwebs
of my memories. Also, it is real to me and lives again through my
children as they make their memories to cherish over the years.
Moxies, Hasbeans, and Fulcrum Records are the three places who have
opened their doors to these impromptu happenings.
The show was to begin at 8PM, my son and I would arrive at 7PM ,
in order to get a seat.
It wasn’t a big space ,but it was original to lovers of music.
Some artwork on the walls, some large sound equipment at the back
of the one room which housed everything; possibly holding a tight
hundred people uncomfortably. A small couch against a counter,
at the end of which I placed one of the three chairs.
I was able to use as we waited for the show to start.
The front door remained open for about an hour and a half while
many of the students stood and talked while waiting for the show to start,
nevertheless by 8:30pm; I was frozen: with a cold blast of air
coming in the front door at times: keeping the temperature in the
building reaching an outside 40 or so degrees constant: to an old man
it was damn cold. But; I would do anything to come and hear my kids
sing and play their music.
My daughter, (aka:”boytiger”); was to sing this night;
and my son (aka:”knowvella”): and I wanted to be there for her, as is it is our one thing
we can participate in as a family these days.
The show began, but; still the cold seemed to be constant:
and the voices were a slight distraction from behind me.
Apparently, this was the unspoken signal for others that the show was
starting; and to shut up: and come in from the sidewalk outside.
Each time she sings,she moves my heart so; I chide her afterwards of not
thinking of singing my song for me:(of course parents who still love their
kids: have one favorite song) always.At her age now, I cannot pat her on
her head with a kindly fathers touch; (she’d probably deck me)?
But; as I listened to her I “felt” others coming in from out in the cold;
of the room filling: of young people wandering in and sitting on the floor.
Each time she would finish a song,the crowd would roar their delight;
applaud: and ten or more kids would join the others on the floor.
Cold was no longer a problem,with that many bodies in that small a
space; it warmed up nicely.She only sang about five or so songs she
wrote and played at that set,but; it was enough to please the audience
to no end. So subtle was all this happening,that it truly was a happening.
They could have payed ten bucks a pop,and they would have felt they got
their moneys worth.If that was the purpose,money; that is?
“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine:
but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”
Proverbs17:22
Christ is life,
In His love;
lampwickke xxx







