Dying jokes reminded me. I was at a festival on the town square in Smithville (paved, on the 4th of July...I have my celphone cover decorated with nail polish and it was MELTING, made me glad there was none on my hands that day). After we'd been there for a pretty long time we had to go to the car and listen to the festival on the local AM radio with the A/C blasting to keep from getting heat exaustion while listening for the category I was entering (Old-Time Gospel). The hood had to stay up to keep the engine from overheating from that. I got enough of my energy back to have air to sing. Well, as soon as the category before that was about to end we went toward the stage. Because of the walk back and the fact that once we got there we couldn't hear much behind the stage, I, as well as several other people, did not hear the same joke being made OVER and OVER. I was told that I made one of the cleanest versions of it (which is sad, 'cause I thought I was pushing the envelope to say this in a gospel competition). I said "We may be singing about heaven, but this sure feels like someplace else!" I wondered why no one reacted. *L* I hear that even more people did that after me (probably not as many as did that before tho).
I almost forgot to mention that the thermometer (that was part of the decoration) on the stage read 96 degrees. Who knows what it was down on the pavement.
This wasn't a gig from down below at all (nor was it technically a gig since I did one song and I paid them an entry fee). I had a great time! It just FELT like it was down below.
It's "Appalachia," (Apple-at-chuh), like I'm gunna throw an apple atcha' if you correct me again.