So, today was the last day of school for my kids. It was an odd kind of day; school let out at 11:30. Trillian had a birthday party to go to, so she rode with her best friend’s mom. I picked up Zaphod and took him back to work with me. (I wasn’t the only one with a kid at work this week).
Trillian’s best friend (I need to give her a blog name because she’s quite a character) is spending the night here with us tonight, so I headed to her dad’s studio to make “the trade”. Her dad has a studio on 17th, only a few minutes away from where I work.
So anyway, I go in the back door quietly (you never know when they’re “hot” up in the studio), and Trillian’s friend says “There’s somebody famous up there, although I’ve never heard of him”. I heard the playback coming from the console, it sounded vaguely familiar. Not the usual country – this was up my alley. It was definitely old-style R&B.
The girls walked up the stairs to the actual studio, so I sheepishly followed. There was Jay (Trillian’s friend’s dad) dancing in front of the mixing board. He hollered over the playback: you’re just in time to see Delbert McClinton sing!
Well, they weren’t recording, they were filming something. An interview, a video, a documentary, I have no idea. There was a beautiful woman singing with him (go figure), and they were doing a rockin’ number I’d never heard before.
I stood there gawking like a fanboy.
We Nashvillians pride ourselves in our non-gawkiness. We give celebrities their space, usually. But I just stood there, awestruck. Then, they finished whatever they were doing in the vocal booth, just as Jay and I were making the kid exchange. So, out walks Delbert McClinton, singer babe, and a cameraman into the midst of running children, the engineer & his wife, a couple of other people, and a gawking computer programmer. It was probably quite a scene.
As Mr McClinton passed by to go outside to take some photographs, he looked at me and gave me a friendly “How ya doin’?” I was trying to keep my daughter from running into the drum booth, so I just nodded and said something to the effect of “plubuhmerdosh”. Or something like that.
I know Ford Prefect is also a big Delbert McClinton fan, so he’ll probably punch me when I see him next. Me? I’m still on a kind of high, even though I’ve got three kids to look after and a kitchen to clean.
I love living in this town.