If the song was the last tune, it was more than likely "The Blues Walk," which has been my closer for a long time.
As for twirling the bar, I'm such a helpless show-off, I can't resist doing it whenever I have a captive audience.
It goes as far back as I can remember, so I probably tried it first as a lark and turned it into something that worked. So much for the greasy chicken wing.Kenny,
My wrist is much better but I can't seem to get the will to go downstairs and fire up my equipment. I play a little on my twelve-string practice guitar but that's about it. I have no plans for recording or touring. Happy New Year to you.
And Mike,
It's good to see you back and sharpening that rapier wit of yours, but I dare not reveal how I learned to play sitting on the floor. Suffice it to say, no matter where you end up on the bandstand or how you got there, the show must go on.