Gifted Typist

The singer-songwriter Ron Sexsmith was playing at a local restaurant the other night and I was lucky enough to be in the audience.

Just before the show, I decided to ring the little typists at home to check on them.

I walked into a back room and started dialing my mobile. There were a few people in there but I didn’t take notice. A man said: “Are you looking for some privacy?”

I looked up, a little surprised by the intrusion into my phone call. I told him I was just making a phone call. I was polite.

“This is Ron Sexsmith’s changing room,” the man said.

“Oh,” I said, realizing that it was I who was the intruder.

I turned around and saw the man with the boyish face and the floppy hair sitting in the corner with his guitar. He was smiling.

“Oh! Ron!” I said, using a first-name familiarity that probably wasn’t warranted, but Mr. Sexsmith didn’t seem right either, given the fact I was in his changing room.

“I’m sorry to barge on you in like that.”

He smiled and said “S’ok, no problem.” He was very sweet about it considering it was moments before his show.

I skulked out with a smile on my face.

So there. Ron and me – we’re new BFFs.

BTW, the show was divine. He sings sweetly and is very charming. I was swept away by his lyrics and narratives. It was just him and a guitar but with a voice like that, he doesn’t need anything more.

On the way out, I saw him at the bar and thanked him for letting me using his changing room before the show.

If he’s ever in your ‘hood, drop into his changing room beforehand and tell him I said hi.

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