Roger Zee Memoirs

"Life and Times of a Pandemic Musician"

Misha 8 6/28/20

If you ever hang out with me and I start playing the first Blood Sweat and Tears album, "Father Is Child to Man," over and over, leave immediately. That's my go-to, "I've been dumped" record!" Not a pretty sight. Does the word "inconsolable" ring a bell? You really don't want to witness it... Welcome to the final chapter of the Misha saga in my ongoing memoirs, "Life and Times of a Pandemic Musician."

So when we last left off, Misha had invited me and my two kids over for dinner and afterwards asked us to stay for a slumber party. But her youngest daughter vehemently objected. That upset my family greatly. Couldn't understand why Misha would not stand up to her daughter and do the right thing. But ashamedly, I couldn't let go quite yet.

Misha proved a big help in getting my Rock trio / cover band work in the Fairfield / Black Rock area. Then seemingly out of nowhere, she announced that she wanted to take electric bass lessons. Although at that time I fronted my band on guitar, I suggest to her a number of people she could study with on bass. Instead, despite my objection, she signed up with a guitar player who who also taught bass on the side.

As with her venture into computer programming, things did not go well. She just didn't seem to grasp it. When I again mentioned that she might do better by studying with a real bass player, she answered, "I like and feel comfortable with him." Which translates to, "Eff off!" Trying to help, I took her to a lot of jams and always included her on my set. I figured she'd do better playing with me then someone else. And it worked occasionally, LOL!

About that time, she developed terrible acne on her face. She went to a couple of doctors and no one could help her. I played it cool and loved her in every way possible physically and otherwise, like I always did. But then it finally dawned on me. She really wanted me gone! Her breaking up with me never seemed to work. So her subconscious threw this into her little "bag of tricks."

I don't remember the details of the final break up. How could I, there's been so many... I guess I try to measure into my all-important dream of final love and happiness. Obviously not going to happen. No matter how much I begged her to come back, nothing worked. And frankly I feel enraged and that I did that.

It took me two years of misery before I even looked for another woman. But one day, sitting at this beautiful family pool in the middle of the woods in White Plains, I cracked. Time to start again. And within a few weeks of answering personals on Craigslist, of all places, I soon found myself back in the romance business. Mind you, better than ever. Yay!

So on yet another beautiful summer Covid-18 lockdown day, I give a sigh of relief as I make plans to re-enter the world at large. Seems that wearing a mask and keeping six to ten feet away from people will allow me to indulge my social needs and fantasies. So as I attempt to bleed Misha out of my heart and soul one final time, I learn the bass lines to Blood Sweat and Tears' epic masterpiece "Child Is the Father to Man." One <3

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