7/6 - The Station, Berea
PROJECT MOJO'S 300th GIG!!!!! (observed)

Wow, 300 gigs. I only wish I could have been there from the start. What a great adventure!

Quite a few friends came out to celebrate with us and as it turned out, they all could have brought their dogs with them since we were on the deck which was VERY close to the train tracks and the bazillion trains that passed by. It might have been the same train going back and forth all night just to annoy us. Nah. Anyway, there was a nice sign posted that dogs were welcome on the deck. So, note to self - acquire a dog before the next Station gig.

Apparently, at a past gig during the week that I missed (what with it being a school night and all) someone thought that the tambourine would make a nice souvenir, which meant that I was tambourineless and at our 300th gig no less.

You may have noticed that we just did our 300th gig. Come on, that's a lot of gigs (300 of them to be exact). That's longer that most marriages last!

But we were talking about the tambourine, the very same tambourine that some one took, the very same tambourine that I percuss with.

Our friend, Pete decided to help us out and took Petie (his 4 year old son, who's in constant motion) with him to get a tambourine. Turns out that Pete's used to purchasing items for a 4 year old, because not just a tambourine was brought back, but a child's tambourine that was part of a complete percussion set ,which consisted of a 5" tambourine/bongo drum combo with a snazzy ribbon trim that fell off within the first 5 minutes of it being out of the box, a 4" triangle with the "gong" attached to it with a string so it looked like idiot mittens with one mitten being lost, and some jingle bells on a stick. Two of those came in the set, so that was a dream come true. Twice the jingling.

We forged ahead with our make shift percussion section. Pete, Judi and Rattlesnake (Terry) helped us out with each of them taking turns on the tambourine. Rattlesnake had dibs on the triangle, though. He was not sharing that. I had the jingle bells on a stick. Both of them.

Oh yeah, did I mention that the gig was at The Station? As in old train station? We were on the deck about 5 feet from real, fully functioning train tracks with real, fully functioning trains with really loud whistles? Yeah, we got a lot of trains during the gig. Except of course for when we were on a break. No trains. Not one. As soon as we stepped back up to start a new set, that was the engineer's cue to get the trains moving through again. And they did. Again and again.

It was a perfect night for being outside even with the fighting varmints that Mud turned the lights toward as we were packing up so they wouldn't move their fight any closer to us. We're not quite sure the exact nature of the varmint, but they did not sound friendly (I guess that's why we call it fighting).

That's pretty much it for gig 300.

Now it you'll excuse me I need to go shopping for a grown up tambourine.