Four Minutes of Fame

Keith and I recently played another show (if you can call it that). A duo, just the pair of us. Last night in Mansfield.

At the Carnival.

Yeah, the carnival. We were there among the greatest of the scariest.

Sound crazy? Trust me it was. The carnival arrives in our town annually. Ferris wheel, slides, The Zipper, The Scrambler, cotton candy, carnies, all the fun you dare to imagine. If you're wondering how they operate all that stuff in the packed downtown streets, it's quite impressive. Keith and I though, we had the privilege to perform in the Big Tent on the street outside City Hall.

We played one song.

That's right. One song. Four minutes of Fame. We were the opening act in a one hour talent show, featuring everything from rockers to fire breathers... all right, not so much fire, but there were definitely nunchucks.

We played Snakebitten, an original about a woman and a snake that has a definite groove. I think I typed some early lyrics in here awhile back. No matter. Keith and I took the stage--a flatbed tractor trailer--set up and rocked the place. We appeared under the name "Uncle Otis". Sixty some listeners were in the tent, others passed by between rides. All grooved in that four minutes. You'll notice that Keith trimmed his set down for the show. Three pieces. And a cymbal. Even removed the front bass head.

It was cool. We played our best. Laura snapped photos. (She excels at that.)
























Being that it was a talent show, there were cash prizes. And they awarded us some for "being talented".


Admittedly, that's the most money either of us have ever made in under four minutes. Roughly 1.5 million a year.