- 5:30 am – rise and prepare ourselves for a full day of school performances
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- 7:30 am – Perform at Pembrook Pines Central school for kindergarteners.
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- 12 noon – We drive to the beach in hopes of spending time on the beach. As clouds gather over Ft. Lauderdale’s fine beaches, Roman & David secure lodging for their families, who will be arriving tomorrow. The name of the motel is “By-The-Blue,” an artisitic gem among the throes of concrete monoliths that house America’s condo-dwellers. David makes a phone call to a school to get directions for tomorrow, and the lady on the other end says, “You’re scheduled to perform today, in 45 minutes, get over here!” Disappointed by our aborted beach trip, we drive like maniacs to the school.
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- 3:00 pm – we perform 2 incredible outdoor sets for kindergarten children and their teachers. We have a great time, and so do the kids. The climate is pleasant; we perform in the post-drizzle glow in the setting sun.
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- 5:00 pm – we wind our way to Susan Moss’s house, where we’re scheduled to perform a house concert at around 8:00 pm. Susan’s hospitality is immeasurable – she had food lined up for us, and we take our time setting up.
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- 8:10 pm – we perform 2 sets of music, with special guest Laura Sue, the Silver Nightingale. The show is completely unamplified (it is in Susan’s living room), and the ambience is really different from our club shows – not as loud, but somehow more intimate.
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- 11:07 pm – David & Roman brave Susan’s hot tub, which is notoriously hot. Last year, we actually had to add cold water to it to make it bearable. This time, Roman immersed his whole body in it before noticing that it was in fact way too hot for his comfort. It was an odd combination – the air temperature was frighfully cold (Florida’s record-breaking cold spell in decades), and the hot tub was too hot. It was really comical. Susan, we have a hypothesis about the hot tub: Since we’re from the cold Northern wastes of Wisconsin and Illinois, we have less tolerance for heat and more tolerance for cold. After all, Floridians were wearing their winter coats, and we seemed content with far less.
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- 12:45 am – we all find our respective bedding for the night. Roman winds up in a sleeping bag under the dining room table. To each his own, I guess.
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