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Mr. Tuesday Night --- 2017-06-17

Show business is a tough racket. Takes a lot out of you. Many fall under its spell, and most are crushed under its wheel. Take Mr. Tuesday Night for example. He came out to The Coast from North Dade County twenty five years ago for a steady gig at an airport lounge, with an eye on breaking into some studio work, but now he slugs it out six nights a week at a menu venue somewhere near the marina, a buck twenty five a shift, plus tips. They feed him when he's done but only if he wants chicken fingers. They set him up on the prep table near the milk dispenser and the coffee makers, real silverware and a cloth napkin--the works. The bartenders have mercy on him and let him drink all the well vodka he wants. They pour it into an old coffee mug he keeps behind the piano. The piano is an artifact from when the place used to be a dinner theater. He still sometimes finds lighting gels and hairnets when he opens it up to fix the felts. The deal is simple--play soft music that doesn't interfere with conversation or anytime "Jeopardy!" comes on the TV, don't get too wrecked and keep your hands off the waitresses. So far it's been a cinch to hold up his end, but this new girl just started who's different from the others. She's studying to become a pyrotechnician at the community college, wears her hair in cornrows, lives above the restaurant. He heard her singing "Over The Rainbow" one day in perfect Mandarin. She's way too young for him and they've never really spoken, but he can tell she is a kind soul. She has an interesting face. A little acne, but otherwise...He thinks maybe one day they could get a cup of coffee, maybe something a little stronger, hop the fence into the marina and steal one of the sailboats, maybe even that big catamaran down at the end of the dock, they'll be halfway to Mexico before anyone even notices its gone...they can live on flying fish and the Kahlua in the fridge...one day they'll drop anchor someplace where it never gets cold...he'll drink mango smoothies all day and write detective stories, she'll run the local fireworks display when she's not working at the Chinese consulate. It'll be perfect, or as close to perfect as it can get for a Mister Tuesday Night...but can Tuesday live that Saturday Night Dream? Or will he wake up in his car alone somewhere near Needles, with no wallet and the motor running? The girl, the boat, the sun...It all seemed so real and if he closes his eyes real tight he can smell the jacaranda and he can still hear the girl as the traffic rockets past on the I-15 screaming, "why oh why can't I?" lyrics mr tuesday night drifts into the traffic of the shoreline drive opens up the windows counts the ships along the quai says “there’s nothing wrong with me” mr tuesday arrives no one looks away from their forks and knives stumbles through the gray to the piano to hide it’s a suicide then she appears something in her face cuts through the years lighting up the place voice like a child and a sunday smile mr tuesday night tries to find his rhythm but nothings right does he have it in him? hear how it sounds with the tv down in a different world mr tuesday walks away with the sunday girl they sail into the sun they find the wind—begin again they cut the lines and leave it all behind they make their way to a different day where the magic and the music are here to stay mr tuesday night wakes up where he’s sitting puts the car in drive sees what she has written in the rips along the seats underneath the strange receipts but there’s no one there the stars are growing dimmer in the desert air the highway starts to shimmer take everything you’ve known and you’re on the road alone mr tuesday night... credits released June 13, 2017 Carlo Nuccio-drums, Matt Perrine-bass, Brian Coogan-organ, Rick Nelson-violin, viola, cello and bass, Alex McMurray-guitar and vocals. Strings arranged by Matt Perrine Recorded by Rick Nelson at Marigny Recording Studio, New Orleans, LA USA Mixed by Carlo Nuccio and Rick Nelson Mastered by Bruce Barielle Photo, artwork and layout by Kourtney Keller Produced by Alex McMurray Thanks to Yuki Izakaya 2008--2016 RIP license all rights reserved