We are songwriters in and around Flagstaff, Arizona.

We meet monthly to share our new original material.
(If we have no new material, we share our old material.)
Illustration © Matthew Henry Hall

Monday, January 24, 2011

The Mezannine Runneth Over

For the first time ever, men folk were outnumbered at the song circle.

Some might say it was a confluence of several factors: A low turnout of men, our two reliable women, recruitment by Kate, or a scheduling snafu.* But I know it was the raw magnetism of Neil Diamond. I'm a believer.

Sara, Michelle, Sophia, Sherrill, and Kate
(Not pictured: Jim and myself)
Everyone brought new, wonderful, original songs.

We had an audience of one. Tom from Tempe was in the right place at the right time, minding his own business in the Mezannine when I arrived and told him that some songwriters were about to intrude on his solitude. He enjoyed it so much that he stayed until the end, and asked to be put on our mailing list.

I look forward to seeing these newcomers again.

*About that snafu: It turns out that the 24th wasn't the last Monday of the month after all. As Edith Piaf would say, "Je ne regrette rien."

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