1980 TV commercial, I break out the Krazy Glue. Certainly, if Krazy Glue can suspend a grown man, it could hold my precious G key together. Well, it can. For just over three years. Fast forward to Saturday night's gig. I stumble through about two and a half songs, lamenting the repeat loss of G4, when it hits me. The one thing that could mend the pieces of my broken key that just might exist at the gig: duct tape. Krazy Glue may have been around since 1973, but duct tape was created in 1942 to repair military equipment in World War II. And yea, as it turns out, it doth exist in the gig bag of the saxophonist, and he saw that it was good. I finish the rest of the show gingerly using the taped and broken G key, my Kerri Strug ankle.
Could this event be a telling metaphor for the year ahead? Will I, when faced with adversity, look to history and respond quickly with practical solutions? Perhaps. Or maybe in 2009, I will find myself older and wiser, and get the damn thing fixed before it happens again.