12-21-2007, 02:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-02-2018, 03:21 AM by Drunk Monk.)
@ Warfield 12/15/007
Coming from the symphony, the Waybacks really worked for me since they have a violin and standing base. Bobby sat in, but seemed confused about what song was being played.
Next up, Little Feat - a band that's always been dear since the formation of the drive-through-tree brotherhood of doom (one of our many secret triads). The show manager of Reggae Rising is deeply connected to that band, so we hung out and I wound up schmoozing with LF before the show. They still rock.
Ratdog had its moments. Bobby summoned that ol' Dead magic for a blazing Other One and an interesting Come Together (amazed he could remember the lyrics to that and not remember some old Dead tunes). There was also a nice Catfish, and reinterpreted Franklin's and a stereotypic Saturday Night.
Got puked on. That sucked. Not badly, just my hand and pants. Hazards of the job. Had it been a moment earlier, I might have caught it full on in the face. It was a cantankerous drunk woman - she didn't even apologize. We cleaned her up then kicked her out. Always good to be back amongst my tribe, those stinky deadheads...
Coming from the symphony, the Waybacks really worked for me since they have a violin and standing base. Bobby sat in, but seemed confused about what song was being played.
Next up, Little Feat - a band that's always been dear since the formation of the drive-through-tree brotherhood of doom (one of our many secret triads). The show manager of Reggae Rising is deeply connected to that band, so we hung out and I wound up schmoozing with LF before the show. They still rock.
Ratdog had its moments. Bobby summoned that ol' Dead magic for a blazing Other One and an interesting Come Together (amazed he could remember the lyrics to that and not remember some old Dead tunes). There was also a nice Catfish, and reinterpreted Franklin's and a stereotypic Saturday Night.
Got puked on. That sucked. Not badly, just my hand and pants. Hazards of the job. Had it been a moment earlier, I might have caught it full on in the face. It was a cantankerous drunk woman - she didn't even apologize. We cleaned her up then kicked her out. Always good to be back amongst my tribe, those stinky deadheads...
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