In 1994, returning home from the Walnut Valley Festival, my girlfriend and I stopped in Tulsa. Having heard about Tommy through the fingerstyle grapevine, I looked him up in the phone book and called his home. His wife answered, told me Tommy was playing that evening at an Italian restaurant and gave me directions.
We arrived to find three people finishing dinner and Tommy sitting at the bar having a cup of coffee. Telling the hostess the reason for our visit, we were told that we could still order dinner, we did so and shortly Tommy came over and invited us to sit at the performance bar and proceeded to play tune after tune and chat with me and my girlfriend while we had drinks, dinner and coffee.
He could have gone home and I wouldn't have blamed him. Instead, he gave a private concert for two and joined us in a drink at the end of the evening. Class act. |