The Berry Hill police department got to know me when I first got out to Berry Hill to sell papers by Pinnacle Bank. They have helped me so much that I can’t even quit talking about it.
Some get me meals and some even buy a paper. They are so friendly to me. If I have a problem with anyone, I don’t even have to call them because so many people out in Berry Hill look out for me. If they see someone arguing with me, they call the Berry Hill police. They know me as the Spoon Man. They got a lot of respect for me because I’m not a sign flyer, I’m selling The Contributor. They love my music also. Not just what I play on my spoons but the golden oldies I play on my radio.
Let me tell you what happened to me this weekend out in Berry Hill. Our mayor in Nashville invited my lady friend (she works at Publix) to come to a picnic dinner out in Berry Hill and she snuck me in. She didn’t tell me she was going there, but she snuck me in and there was a band there. You know me, if there’s a band, I’m going to play my music with them. They played a variety of types of songs, but you know me I can play just about anything on my spoons. The problem was I didn’t bring my spoons, so I had to go to Walmart and get some new ones and do a quick engineering job.
Also, this weekend, I went to a concert at Centennial park and played my spoons. I got out in the middle where I could hear and see good and this one lady who was singing on stage heard me playing and said, “Man somebody is playing those spoons and it sounds good!” She asked me my name. She moved here from Denver years ago and she’s really got a wonderful wonderful singing voice. Her band had great harmony. I love a band with good harmony. If you got good harmony you got good music.