Nasty Ned.

It was pouring when i left my loft at Midtown Manhattan
heading towards Times Square
subway station to catch the Number 1 local train to Franklin St.

There i met with Margey and after spenting half an hour at her loft
siping on a Guinness, we went over to the parking place to take her
silver Chrysler and while The Sky was still Crying
we found ourselves waiting in line for the Holland Tunnel
and after ten minutes drive under
the Hudson River
we came out of it at New Jersey .

We were heading towards Garwood to attend
a jam session at Crossroads hosted by my new friend
Nasty Ned.

After 25 miles that took us one hour to drive because of the extremely
heavy rain we parked the car infront of the club.

Nasty Ned was outside and although we had never met before he immediately
recognized me from the pictures on Soukis
and gave us a very warm welcome.

The place was packed with a mixed crowd of an audience and musicians
with lots of instruments carefully laying around waiting their
turn of appearance on the stage.

The first act i saw it was a punk group of youngsters
playing their own songs with a conviction that
got them the applause they were looking for.

The second act was a solo
of one guy singing out his guts performing his songs
on an acoustic guitar and soloing on a harmonica, Dylan style.

The third act was a Rockabilly group of four guys
that had reach a small success with a single about
the railway that crosses Garwood on it`s way to NYC

After that i took the stage with Margey playing the bass
and a guy from the first punk group on the drums.

The result was a punky interpretation of three blues standards
that got us quite an applaud, concetration given to my lengthy solos.

After some pictures of me and Ned was taken we said goodbye
and made a promise of meeting again soon and do an acoustic
set on the T.V together.