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Monday, July 9, 2007

Freeway Jam


I do 90% of my practicing on the SoCal freeways. As a field service telecom tech I have a lot of windshield time and a diminishing tolerance for talk radio. Now, playing harmonica while driving is much more dangerous than having your hands at 10 & 2 and checking your rear view mirror every 5 seconds while thinking only of guiding that vehicle down the road in a continual state of optimal safety. But it's much less dangerous than applying make-up, reading a book, eating a bowl of raman noodles or, god forbid, pleasuring yourself. All of which I have unfortunately witnessed. So I think we can all agree that mobile harp practice results in a net gain in safety. It's a public service of sorts.


I drive with my left and hold the harp with my right. Unless I have to wail on a 3 draw then I check to see that I am safely clear of other vehicles, activate the cruise control and drive with my knees while I tear up the sonic landscape. In a company vehicle this is a calculated risk. But I've got the harp perfectly cupped and out of sight so if I am spotted I can feign a coughing attack while hand-signing that I suffer from chronic bronchitis. This has worked so far as everyone sympathizes with a deaf guy who also has a severe respiratory ailment. It also makes me feel slightly guilty, which gives me the blues and helps me get that fat tone that we're all searching for. So try it out.


Slide the Jammin' Buddy in your CD player and be prepared for Jon to shred, both acoustically and amped, for next several seconds. After that the fun begins.........

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