Albert’s Hall

When I left off in last year’s blues diary, I was waiting to hear if I would appear on the Stormy Monday TV Show. Well I can report now that I didn’t make the cut. I ran into the producer, David Bailey, at a party and he was the one who broke it to me. “Sorry we couldn’t use your song. It sort of fell apart in the middle.” But to speed things forward to the end of February, 1992, I find myself at the Toronto Blues Society’s annual Guitar Workshop at Albert’s Hall and it feels a little different this time around. For one thing, I know a few people. I have been working on the Blues Society Newsletter for the last few months and this time I am arriving with the draft of the new issue of the newsletter so I now find myself in the company of the movers and shakers of the Blues Society, busily chatting with people.