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The Upbeat Times Entertains, Educates & Inspires! Living the Upbeat Life! by Marcia Singer of Santa Rosa, CA. ~ www.lovearts.in
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more tales from my new memoir, On With The Show: The Performance of a LifeTime –with the twist, of having them illustrate a choice word for the month. July’s word
“ego” is tricky to defi ne;
I’m using it here in the sense of taking
ourselves too seriously, or having an infl ated at sense of self-importance, which makes us susceptible to being tripped up or temporarily hurt. The following tales spin around my in- secure youthful ego, taking things too personally, and creating perfor- mance anxieties.
ear Readers, this is- sue marks six years of monthly columns! This summer, I’m sharing
Self Importance Strikes Again
I was singing in the lounge
of the Airport Hilton Hotel. It was a very slow night, and I was doing my best to stay awake and perform my offi - cial entertainment du- ties. All of the sud- den, quite a number of customers came in, all at once, sitting in the back of the room –a group of some sort. I wondered who they were, but commenced to entertain them.
It seemed that they were mild- ly appreciative, and clapped politely after each number. I asked for requests, no one had any. I told a joke or two, again, polite clapping, no laughter. As I was inclined to
do, I assumed I was not doing a very good set, and hoped man- agement was not listening in. On my break, the food and beverage (F&B) di- rector, my im- mediate
When my break was over,
I returned, and spoke a few words in rusty Italian, to wel- come them. A hearty applause followed. I then sang the only two songs I knew in Italian --one a simple folk song, the other, an Italian version of “Lara’s Theme” from Dr. Zhivago.
The rest of the evening, em- ployer, came things were going.
feigned a nonchalant “Just fi ne, thanks.”
My boss then shared that the
group of people were from a delayed Air Italia fl ight, and no one spoke English. –Once again, I had a lesson in taking things personally, a lesson on the risks of self-importance.
until the Italians depart- ed, was a sweet joy. With my ego quieted, all it took was letting them know I cared. The boundaries dissoved.
in and asked how cious. I
DOING GOOD Harold’s Club, Take Two It was another late night in Reno, on the stage at Harold’s Club. There were few custom- ers, thanks to the decision of the headlining act, Sonny King, not to inform his audience that there was another act following --namely me. Although it was expected of him to announce me –and me to, of course, an- nounce him, to keep the drinks fl owing in the bar, and make money for the establishment –Sonny was purposely neglect- ing to do that consideration. Possibly wanting me to be fi red –according to a local reporter who had befriended me. I was nervous about any job security I might have. A lone woman sat at the in- famous “silver dollar”
With silver dollars visible be- neath the veneer. I stood on the small, elevated stage, deliver- ing my best songs and jokes. After each, this single gal, middle aged, would shake her head back and forth, grimac- ing. OMG. Was I bombing? At the end of the set, I walked down the small stair- case, offstage, leading back to the gambling fl oor. I went to the ladies’ room, to relieve my- self of water, and ponder my fate. Inside the stall, I heard someone fl ushing, then leaving
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the toilet next to me. After fi n- ishing my own business, I ex- ited my stall and went to wash my hands.
hers, was the scowling woman from the bar. OMG. She looked at me, up and down, shook her head solemnly sev- eral times, and said these words I shall never forget:
“Young lady, you sure were good.”
Happy summering, Shining deLlight, Marcia
Even if we can’t be happy, we must always be cheerful. ~ Irving Kristol Upbeat In
Spur, Texas ... continued from page 9
Spur, Texas. ~ Forestville resi- dents Brad & Paula Smith pose for a moment with ultimate travel dog Betty White Smith & of course Upbeat Times in Spur, Texas, the aspiring Tiny House Capital of the World. In the background is a giant metal spur sculpture (erected in 1999) commemorating this West Tex- as town’s pioneer heritage. The city council passed a resolution in 2014 allowing for sale of small $500 lots to accommo- date the infl ux of Tiny Houses. So far 60 lots have been sold and 40 more lots are under council consideration. Accord- ing to internet research “Char- lie Morris, a long-time Spur resident, retired federal agri- culture inspector, and Dickens County, Texas, commissioner told the Wall Street Journal. “What we don’t want are an- archists or nudists.” This was comforting to Paula Smith’s concern her childhood memo- ries visiting Spur to see Great- Grandpa Bob Westerman would not be tainted with visions of nudists running wild. However, there was a man parked near the plaza (off camera) who was looking at them and he defi nite- ly could have been an anarchist the way he kept looking at them taking “selfi es.”
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