Portals of Perception

"Yeah, Sam's a great guy.  You using Mitch for drums?"

“No.”  He paused, probably for effect.  “Vinnie Vanetti.”

“What?”

We both loved Vinnie Vanetti.  He was legendary.  He’d been a member of one of the most influential American rock bands of the early  60’s.  Both Carmine and I grew up listening to his music.

“How did you manage that?” I asked.

“Well,  we hooked up during the tour and he’s interested.    He’s with a band called Running on Empty, but they’re on the verge of breaking up.  They’ve got a  standing gig at The Inner Circle, in the village, on Fridays.  Vinnie thinks that if I can get this band together in time, we can have their slot.”

“Jesus, you haven’t wasted any time have you? You’ve been home, what, all of three days?”

Carmine laughed.  “Well, I made some of the calls from the road.”

“Friday night?  At The Inner Circle?  Isn’t that down on Christopher Street?”