Our singer chick was out of town but we took the gig anyway. It would get us off the leash. With her out of the way, we knew we wouldn't have to pick up our socks or put the toilet seat down.
We were warming up for a fellow band called Drifting Compass. The venue wants four hours of music on a weekend. They needed an opening act. We were happy to oblige.
Since Donna was absent, we did the songs I sing. We were an "all male review." True, we were no "Thunder From Down Under" but we really dished the noise for three old dudes and didn't even have to resort to taking off our clothes. It was a sweaty and friendly room. Even total strangers acted like they'd known each other for years. We had people screaming and dancing by the second song. It was one of those crowds that was waiting for any excuse to cut loose.
We wanted to go out with a "Live at the Fillmore" effect so we stacked our extended improv tunes near the end. Cross Roads, American Woman, I'm So Glad, Whole Lotta Love. Those songs are never the same length. Depending on the night, they vary from 3 1/2 minutes to ten minutes long. If the flow is there, we keep riding it.
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We played the fastest hour and fifteen minutes I've ever experienced. Guitar fans were right up in my face during solos shouting encouragement. People were standing on their bar stools at the other end of the room yelling and waving. And the girls! girls! girls! Oh howdy, there were a truck load of happy healthy women present. My wife was one of several well lubricated dancing girls grinding away with each other on the floor. It's awesome what an enthusiatic room full of people can do. It's as if everyone present took personal responsibility for creating the vibe.
I hated to unplug but all things must come to an end. We definitely "tenderized" the room for our friend's band. They had a great show too. It was a night where no one could lose. Our former bass player came by to see how we were getting on and bought us a round of tequila shots after we came offstage. Instrumental rock guitarist Ty Oliver and his rock and roll girl friend, model Victoria Vaught showed up. They're one of our area's power couples. (like the Beckhams!) Too bad they missed our set. I didn't think to get a pic with Victoria, next time for sure.
It was a killer night to be out and about on Central Cali's coast. I can't remember people being friendlier and having as good a time. It was great to be a part of it.
You can see and hear more about my band Le Strange, our friends Drifting Compass, guitar shredder Ty Oliver and head banging hottie Victoria Vaught via our myspace pages.
http://www.myspace.com/lestrangeband
http://www.myspace.com/driftingcompass
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You would have raised the glamour bar for sure meg. I want a pic with you! Might have to photoshop one. ;)
But to tell the truth, there were a number of patrons I mentally undressed and it doesn't stop there. I usually go on to pose those I've mentally undressed in compromisng positions.
My wife was talking to some woman at the bar who began her conversation with her by saying "I've made out with my girl friend before" and later said "He's your husband? He's hot." Needless to say, I asked for an introduction right away. But in the back of my mind I knew that since the house was a mess, the possibility of a sleepover was out of the question.
The best off the cuff remark came after a guy with a big nose told me he liked my big nose. How sweet! Beak bonding. Never one to pass up a marketing opportunity, I got on the mic and said
"As you can see, I'm a big fan of Cyrano de Bergerac. It took several painful and expensive procedures to get it this size. I had some money left over. Got my feet enlarged too."
maybe I'll ditch the guitar and just do standup.
Kev had to leave me behind to go play his own bands' gig. I have to get up at 5 to work, and am so saddened about having to be here while he plays. Be grateful that your wife can be there to be your groupie. This groupie has to go to bed. :o(
The Beavs huh? Sounds erotic.