The back hall.
We all wanna believe it’s clean. But I’ve worked in the back hall and you probably have too.
It’s not.
But it doesn’t matter.
Because the people sitting around the dinner table at least temporarily believe the back hall (where their food is coming from) is clean…even though they KNOW the back hall is most likely stinky and nowhere near as clean as their kitchen at home.
We will temporarily suspend the truth for the sake of what will benefit the situation…which is to simply enjoy the food with friends without internally or openly speculating the cleanliness of the kitchen and food.
And this is exactly why my first band worked.
We were a cover band with a name so dumb I can’t even bring myself to type it out.
We were not good, but we played the best songs of all time so people were willing to enjoy the night and not let themselves focus on how horribly we played Don’t Stop Believing.
Having fun was more important to the people than if the band was good. Thank goodness.
This is a fine place to start, but a very bad place to remain.
Onward and upward.
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I’m always interested in your perspective, whether affirming or dissenting. Continue the conversation anytime: gabethebassplayer@gmail.com