Satisfaction

I got a big Gig today.

I'm playing the Nursing Home.

Last time I was at the Nursing Home, my dear friend Chuck Courtenay was headlining.

Sarah and I took the girls.

Chuck's an amazing musician, charismatic performer and somebody you just like being with.

Chuck's playing 60's rock-n-roll and people held captive by wheelchairs throw away their chains and dance.

Sarah, the girls and I all grab somebody and twirl around the room.

"Where's the cake?" the woman I'm dancing with asks. "They told me there'd be cake."

"I don't know," I reply twisting her around.

"I hope it's Red Velvet," she signs.

"Me too," I agree ... though I really don't like Red Velvet Cake.

Chuck's not going to be there today.

Neither are Sarah and the girls.

It's just me ... headlining.

Unlike Chuck who has an incredible ministry performing in Nursing Homes ... bringing the dead back to life ... I've inherited a job abandoned by others.

I wish Chuck was here to guide me ... be a friend I'd lean on ... but it's just me ... or nobody.

I'm nervous and apprehensive ... and have spent more than my fair share of time visiting people in Nursing Homes ... and they suck!

But I'm stealing a page from Chuck Courtenay today.

The first song is "I Can't Get no Satisfaction."

Because there is no better truth spoken in a Nursing Home.

BUT ... if I can just have a moment emulating my friend Chuck ... 0somebody gets out of a wheelchair ... or asks for cake ... well then ... all Hell's breaking loose.

And there's nothing better than all Hell breaking loose.