‘All About Nora’
Being aware of Nora’s experience, it should have dawned on me that she would be descriptive recounting her evening out, but I naively assumed that nobody could be as pithy as myself, and read on. “Baker’s was crowded when we arrived. Although the advertised performer never showed up, performer Jeremy Langdale (www. jeremylangdale.com) arrived with his band. The great music began and we moved to the bar for coffee. The restaurant emptied out but the bar was busy, with people playing darts and drinking, and several of us sitting on stools, listening to the music, which made me really want to dance. Next time, perhaps. One retired New Jersey fireman did some moves.”
By this point in Nora’s narrative, I had become ever so slightly alarmed. Her description was interesting, colorful and informed. Since I had innocently asked her (not suspecting that she would be so good at it) for a few words on the performer, Brown’s review continued: “The driving electric blues of Jeremy Langdale and his band were brilliantly on display at Bakers Tap Room on Saturday. Langdale covered a wide range of artists, including Johnny Cash, the Beatles and Bob Dylan in his rich and varied blues guitar rhythm, ably backed by Gary Brooks on bass and Sam Brookstein on drums. His style is reminiscent of Muddy Waters & Eric Clapton.”
“Wow,” (I thought to myself). “If I didn’t know better, I would think I had written this myself.” Reading on, Nora expressed her own humble opinion. “Especially powerful was the Beatles’ ‘All the lonely people.’ The Langdale Band has played up and down the Hudson Valley in recent years. Let’s hope they can be lured back to the Upper Delaware Valley region again soon.”
Suddenly horrified by my substitute’s fine ability (thank goodness she can’t take a decent photograph!) to describe the evening, I made a silent vow to never call in sick again. Nora concluded her message by saying “If you want us to head out on assignment next weekend, please let me know.” Hmm. I don’t think so, Nora—you are far too good (IMHO) at doing my job. Apparently, I am replaceable. Come hell or high water, I’ll be (meekly) hitting the streets this weekend. Too many understudies waiting in the wings.