Once I've lugged my guitar across 12 blocks of early-winter downtown Calgary, I'm going to play.
I've never been to Mikey's on 12th (used to be Mikey's Juke Joint) so I don't know what to expect. I don't know that the open jam I've brought my wife to on our weekend getaway is actually a blues jam. I don't play the blues.
I don't know that most of the people in Mikey's are a decade or two older than me. Or five.
We grab a table at the very back and I slide my acoustic guitar under it before I out myself as a naive folk performer.Read More