It seems to be mandatory for everyone to post some 9/11 remembrance piece today. So...
In the fall of 2001, I had a Tuesday happy hour gig at Leadbetter's Tavern in Fells Point. September 11 was a Tuesday that year.
I figured that music would be cancelled, out of the question, on a day like that. But after watching CNN and listening to the radio at home alone all day, I wanted to be around other people. So, grabbing my music gear just in case, I went downtown.
The streets were empty. But the bar was packed: no one wanted to be alone.
As it turned out, I ended up playing. And so what I remember most is the feeling of being the center of attention (in between the TV reports at least) at a time like that, of having fifty or sixty scared and angry people focusing on you.
I also remember two young men, Marines who knew their leave was just about to end. The younger one, maybe just barely 21, was all gung-ho; his buddy, a little older, was quieter, shaking his head, knowing the shit was about to get deep. I remember how they both groaned after Bush gave a speech with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. They tipped good, and I played any request of theirs I could. I wonder where they are today, hope they're okay.
A few years later, I was finally able to write a song about my experience that evening:
"No Words of Wisdom"
Tom Swiss
Everybody's looking at me
They ask me to sing and play
But I've got no words of wisdom
For a day like today
I came down here with my guitar
To help you pass the time
We could have a drink and have some fun
And sing these songs of mine
Now everybody's looking at me
They ask me to sing and play
But I've got no words of wisdom
For a day like today