The ghoul goes west, part 10, The Musical.

Okay, it's not the musical.

I am heading home tomorrow morning, and by tomorrow evening I should be performing at the Moon River Grill as I tend to do on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights from 5 to 7:30 PM during the season in Branson.

I should be (should be) awake enough and energetic enough to do it right.

No pressure, though. I mean, it's not like anyone's out there with charts of my arrangements waiting to catch me in some musical flub.

But it's kind of funny to think of going from some incredible, once-in-a-lifetime (-ish) weekend to an easy going evening of jazz standards and mellow dinner tunes. Not in a 'how're ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm?' kind of funny, just a different venue for a different set of creative and artistic skills -- I've been in Monster Mode so severely and enthusiastically for the last few weeks that I am wondering how easy it will be to jump from Monster Mt. Olympus to land on a piano bench ready to sing and swing.

Uncle Forry is packed up and ready to ship back to our little Ozarks homestead.
The ghoul goes east...

You can see the boxes as they left the convention to the lower left. 

Big Scary Demon Giant Thing is keeping a malevolent eye on them.

I wonder if that ol' skull is sitting in that dark box dreaming of thousands of smiling faces and teary eyes as he languishes among the packing foam and bubble wrap (do androids dream of electric sheep? Only Philip K. Dick knows for certain).

Of course, I will be home and back to living my normal (?) life long before those boxes come back.

But let's face facts, Hallowe'en lovers... I'll be thinking of servos, green LEDs and my monster heroes as I'm tickling the ivories this weekend. A Hallowe'en Kid can never truly keep separate all his passions...

See? There was a musical bent to this post.

I will have more tales of Monsterpalooza soon. I need to get home, settle in, take stock of pictures and stories, and wait for some of the more exciting and promising offers from this past glorious weekend to come to fruition... and there are some very cool things to come if even one of those cool people I met follow through with any of their ideas.

Did I mention I ran out of business cards on Saturday?

Waiting on mails and calls... please oh please oh please...

But until then, my music awaits.

Thank you for coming along with me on this rather remarkable journey, loyal pubgoers.

And thank you V, the Instigator, for summoning your unmatchable karmic magic to nudge the Universe into manifesting this entire adventure.

     

       Is it still April? Oh yeah...

DUMDUMSHREKPEEPS!