Red Dragon. It’s a small club. So small as to be rendered um…how do Iput this…possibly not legal in nature? Wait, it’s not a club. It’s aprivate facility where we played a private party! Shoo, fly, Shoo!!
Weplayed a semi-acoustic show and I gotta tell you it was a blast. Idon’t mean simply oooh, that was fun and wow superlatives being thrownabout so as to render my feelings meaningless. I mean it was reallyspecial. We just broke the songs down and built them up again. And…
Piano solos for days. Mike Verna, from Stripper, filled in on drums. One practice and he made it look easy. Mike Z (Choir Mike, not Stripper Mike) got drunk enough to cause sincere worry (not really, but it was hilarious!). Bob had most of his shirt removed and tied his Choir tie around his head like he had just stepped off the pages of Lord of the Flies.
Steve,said he had a hangover the next day, but I didn’t notice that big of anintoxicating nature to him at the time. Well, now that I think aboutit: compared to Mike that night, Otis from the Andy Griffin show has astraight edge X sharpied on the back of his hand. So it’sunderstandable.
Flanderswas out of town, at a wedding. Yes. At a wedding. So, Adam, if you’rereading this, I want you to know that the crowd, in unison, called youa p*ssy. I’m just saying, you would have been proud!
The Band Stripper closed out the night which was a set of eternal mayhem. The boys in Venomous Pinks played right before us, and Jay, their drummer, did a solo that, I promise you, re-invents your opinion of a drum solo being cheesy.
For me, I gotta say it was just exhilarating to play the songs like that. It was very freeing and I think I really needed that kind of performance.
Tonight….tonight…..well, tonight is my anniversary. 🙂
Red Beans and Ricely,
Chance
