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Razing Arizona, part IV
| Red Rock Jam 'MONDAY NIGHT MUSIC' said a sign hand painted in letters scrawled on a huge white sheet, flapping in a late-evening Sedonan breeze. 'ACOUSTIC', it continued, draped across the front of the Old Sedona Grille'. "What day is it?", I asked. "Its Monday night", came Sandra's answer. "Are you going to jam?". "Maybe. Let's go in for a drink- I'll bring my guitar and we'll see", I said. Sedona is a magic place. Many call it a vortex where dimensions overlap, allowing for passage back and forth. Others see it as a profit center to be subdivided, sold and carved up for development like Aunt Loretta's pumpkin pie at 5:00PM on Thanksgiving Day. We headed inside, ate a great dinner on the patio, and then took a table in the club downstairs. A stack of business cards sat on the seat, someone obviously having lost them there. On the stage, a dark-haired and sullen-eyed singer belted out tunes, one of them was called 'I Broke up with you Last Night' and it went: "I broke up with you last night... Take a hint and stay away" The guy was a lot of fun. I looked down at the business cards and saw they said: 'Sedone-Verde Valley TIMES, local news from all points of view, Tommy Acosta, Editor'. Cool, I thought- a reporter. Soon, the set ended and the guy made his way through the tables, finally landing at ours. "Tommy Acosta", he said. "Joey Racano" I answered, handing him his own cards. The vortex at work. We hit it off instantly, and jammed together and seperately for the remainder of the evening. It really felt good to cut loose. You know what they say; 'what happens in Sedona stays in Sedona'! Next: Razing Arizona, part V 'Call of the Canyon' |
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