9/27 - Rooster's
Okay, I don't get it (maybe if I did my hair different). No, that's not it. What I don't get is that when it's a bazillion degrees complete with matching humidity, we play outside on the patio and everyone stays inside where it's cool. Now that it's cool outside, we played on the patio and everyone stayed inside where it was cozy. But, this time the blinds on the windows were closed so we couldn't even watch T.V. while we played. Such hardships we must endure.
It did get a titty bit nipply by the time we were wrapping things up, but don't worry about us...
we're alright.
Anno joined us and a good time was had by all.
Mud determined that Chloe claps as fast as a cocaine addict's heartbeat. She really does.
She also ran to each table to clap after one song so that it would seem like we had more people out there with us. Didn't work.
Darryl and company were there for a bit and that was most appreciated.
We got to see the full moon (not to be confused with the full monty) as we were packin' it up and of course I had to howl. Don't tell anyone, but Mud got in touch with his inner howler.
Oops, too late - secret's out.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
9/22- Den Too
Happy 4th Year Anniversary!
It was like old home week being at Den Too again. They have some regulars. Christine, who sang with us last time we played there, compared it to Cheers. It's just a nice, friendly neighborhood bar.
Okay, enough with the endorsements. Let's get down to brass tacks.
I didn't notice this the last time we played there, but along with the usual video games of golf, bowling and NTN, they also have Big Buck Hunter. I kid you not. It's a hunting game. And we were in North Royalton, not North BFE.
There was a TV located about 2 feet above our heads, so I kept thinking that people were mesmerized by us, when in fact they were just watching TV. Oh well.
Part of Den Too's anniversary celebration included a free buffet, which was a dream come true to some of us...
Anyway, the buffet table had a chocolate fountain at the end of it complete with fruit for all your chocolate fountaining needs. So, of course all I could think about was drinking in all the chocolate and the ways in which to do that varied as the night went on. You'll probably figure out (if you didn't already know) that chocolate ranks right up there with M&C with me, which brings me to how I messed up my song -
In the Indigo Girls song "closer to fine" the chorus goes like this: I went to the doctor, I went to the mountain, I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain. Guess what I was thinking about when I sang the "drank from the fountain" part? That's right, that damned chocolate fountain. I kept picturing my glass of water as a glass of chocolate that I could sip through the straw. But, it didn't stop there. I started thinking that the more people drank, the less they would use the handy dandy toothpicks that could also double as a handle when stuck into the fruit that was waiting to be immersed in chocolate. And then I started thinking that those same people who would forgo the use of the toothpick handles in their fruit would eventually forgo the use of fruit and just stick their fingers in the chocolate fountain. Which lead me to think that I should have been there when they started that fountain up so that I could have had chocolate that didn't taste like other people's fingers. I was thinking that the best way to get the most chocolate from that fountain in the least messy way would be to stick a straw in it and make like a Hoover. And yes, I thought all this while in the midst of singing "closer to fine". Remember the song? Anyway, when the chorus came back around on the guitar, I was still thinking about that fountain so all I could do was sing words that rhymed with fountain (good thing that fountain wasn't a duck), so I sang "I went to the mountain, I went to the mountain".
Okay, got through that.
They also had the Miller Lite girls there and let me tell you, I kind of felt like a lesbian (or an old guy perv) 'cause those girls were hot. It was really hard (no pun intended) to not look at their parts, but I digress. I'm sure that some of you wish I would digress more, but you know what they say about wishing, don't you?
The hot Miller Lite girls were handing out free wrist bands and coolies. We found a new use for a coolie. All you pervs just cut it out, it wasn't for that. We had our own version of Pat. Remember the old Saturday Night Live? Well, if I had to make that reference, then you don't remember or you're not old enough to have seen it. Anyway, this person sitting at the bar was a cross between Pat and Foghorn Leghorn (remember the old cartoons-the really good cartoons?)
"Pat" decided that the coolie would make a great head band, which in turn made Pat's hair stick up like a rooster's and now you get the Foghorn Leghorn reference. But, what made it even funnier was that Pat had to keep checking the look in the mirrors at the end of the bar. Apparently, Pat was pleased with the look.
Well, I got to sing Bobby McGee in the the key of G rather than the key of Gee That's Low.
Oh yeah, they also had a cat. Pretty sure it was an outdoor cat, but it was very comfortable around people. Actually, I think it was a teenage feline - not a kitten, but not yet a cat.
Who cares. The point of the story is that when we were bringing out equipment to load up the van, the cat was just laying on his/her (don't know, didn't check) doormat and he/she just layed there looking up at us like we were no big deal until we set down the amp. He/she jumped up all excited like because the amp must have looked like the best giant scratching post EVER.
I had to pull the cat off of it, but it was no big deal. I thought perhaps he/she would latch on to me as a make shift scratching post, but thankfully I left without a case of cat scratch fever.
About midway through the van loading process, he/she decided that the inside of the van would make a really great place to hang out, so he/she jumped aboard. It would have made an amusing video to see Mud and Chloe trying to shoo or rescue (depending upon which person you were watching) the cat from the van. The rescuer won and the cat quickly dashed off to an alley.
So, would that make he/she an alley cat? I know - bad joke, but I work with what I have.
That's pretty much it or at least all that I can remember from that night.
Happy 4th Year Anniversary!
It was like old home week being at Den Too again. They have some regulars. Christine, who sang with us last time we played there, compared it to Cheers. It's just a nice, friendly neighborhood bar.
Okay, enough with the endorsements. Let's get down to brass tacks.
I didn't notice this the last time we played there, but along with the usual video games of golf, bowling and NTN, they also have Big Buck Hunter. I kid you not. It's a hunting game. And we were in North Royalton, not North BFE.
There was a TV located about 2 feet above our heads, so I kept thinking that people were mesmerized by us, when in fact they were just watching TV. Oh well.
Part of Den Too's anniversary celebration included a free buffet, which was a dream come true to some of us...
Anyway, the buffet table had a chocolate fountain at the end of it complete with fruit for all your chocolate fountaining needs. So, of course all I could think about was drinking in all the chocolate and the ways in which to do that varied as the night went on. You'll probably figure out (if you didn't already know) that chocolate ranks right up there with M&C with me, which brings me to how I messed up my song -
In the Indigo Girls song "closer to fine" the chorus goes like this: I went to the doctor, I went to the mountain, I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain. Guess what I was thinking about when I sang the "drank from the fountain" part? That's right, that damned chocolate fountain. I kept picturing my glass of water as a glass of chocolate that I could sip through the straw. But, it didn't stop there. I started thinking that the more people drank, the less they would use the handy dandy toothpicks that could also double as a handle when stuck into the fruit that was waiting to be immersed in chocolate. And then I started thinking that those same people who would forgo the use of the toothpick handles in their fruit would eventually forgo the use of fruit and just stick their fingers in the chocolate fountain. Which lead me to think that I should have been there when they started that fountain up so that I could have had chocolate that didn't taste like other people's fingers. I was thinking that the best way to get the most chocolate from that fountain in the least messy way would be to stick a straw in it and make like a Hoover. And yes, I thought all this while in the midst of singing "closer to fine". Remember the song? Anyway, when the chorus came back around on the guitar, I was still thinking about that fountain so all I could do was sing words that rhymed with fountain (good thing that fountain wasn't a duck), so I sang "I went to the mountain, I went to the mountain".
Okay, got through that.
They also had the Miller Lite girls there and let me tell you, I kind of felt like a lesbian (or an old guy perv) 'cause those girls were hot. It was really hard (no pun intended) to not look at their parts, but I digress. I'm sure that some of you wish I would digress more, but you know what they say about wishing, don't you?
The hot Miller Lite girls were handing out free wrist bands and coolies. We found a new use for a coolie. All you pervs just cut it out, it wasn't for that. We had our own version of Pat. Remember the old Saturday Night Live? Well, if I had to make that reference, then you don't remember or you're not old enough to have seen it. Anyway, this person sitting at the bar was a cross between Pat and Foghorn Leghorn (remember the old cartoons-the really good cartoons?)
"Pat" decided that the coolie would make a great head band, which in turn made Pat's hair stick up like a rooster's and now you get the Foghorn Leghorn reference. But, what made it even funnier was that Pat had to keep checking the look in the mirrors at the end of the bar. Apparently, Pat was pleased with the look.
Well, I got to sing Bobby McGee in the the key of G rather than the key of Gee That's Low.
Oh yeah, they also had a cat. Pretty sure it was an outdoor cat, but it was very comfortable around people. Actually, I think it was a teenage feline - not a kitten, but not yet a cat.
Who cares. The point of the story is that when we were bringing out equipment to load up the van, the cat was just laying on his/her (don't know, didn't check) doormat and he/she just layed there looking up at us like we were no big deal until we set down the amp. He/she jumped up all excited like because the amp must have looked like the best giant scratching post EVER.
I had to pull the cat off of it, but it was no big deal. I thought perhaps he/she would latch on to me as a make shift scratching post, but thankfully I left without a case of cat scratch fever.
About midway through the van loading process, he/she decided that the inside of the van would make a really great place to hang out, so he/she jumped aboard. It would have made an amusing video to see Mud and Chloe trying to shoo or rescue (depending upon which person you were watching) the cat from the van. The rescuer won and the cat quickly dashed off to an alley.
So, would that make he/she an alley cat? I know - bad joke, but I work with what I have.
That's pretty much it or at least all that I can remember from that night.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
9/8 - Edison's Pub
The place was still just as wee, but not nearly as packed as the last time we played. However, 2nd shift and 3rd shift showed up. We ended up having a good time, even though it wasn't a real hoppin' night.
Tonight's guests were Alex (no, not Alex Bevin), who played the violin (fiddle for you country folk) and Hollywood Dan, who played the drums. I have no idea how he does it not knowing what songs we're going to play and/or when we're going to play them. Both boys were great!
Anno and Lola did the screaming thing again and there could have been a cat fight, but just the audio version.
The bartender had the whole shakin' thing goin' on with mixing drinks so I asked him if he wanted to play the maracas. He declined.
There were CD's laying on the side bar, so I took one to listen to on the way home. It was called Spank Rock. Interesting. Oh well, at least I wasn't bored.
The end.
The place was still just as wee, but not nearly as packed as the last time we played. However, 2nd shift and 3rd shift showed up. We ended up having a good time, even though it wasn't a real hoppin' night.
Tonight's guests were Alex (no, not Alex Bevin), who played the violin (fiddle for you country folk) and Hollywood Dan, who played the drums. I have no idea how he does it not knowing what songs we're going to play and/or when we're going to play them. Both boys were great!
Anno and Lola did the screaming thing again and there could have been a cat fight, but just the audio version.
The bartender had the whole shakin' thing goin' on with mixing drinks so I asked him if he wanted to play the maracas. He declined.
There were CD's laying on the side bar, so I took one to listen to on the way home. It was called Spank Rock. Interesting. Oh well, at least I wasn't bored.
The end.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
9/7 - The Station
We played inside this time, because of the rain that was doing the on and off thing. It didn't seem all that cool inside, but at least the boys were hot too so I knew I wasn't having a hot flash.
Mark and Cindy were there for the first set, the Rattler got there about 1/2 way through and Chloe was able to break away from her event and made it there just in time to be our roadie. There were a few other people throughout the evening who were very supportive, but all in all it was a pretty uneventful gig.
One bit of good news for all you technos - computer and cell phone reception is excellent there.
We played inside this time, because of the rain that was doing the on and off thing. It didn't seem all that cool inside, but at least the boys were hot too so I knew I wasn't having a hot flash.
Mark and Cindy were there for the first set, the Rattler got there about 1/2 way through and Chloe was able to break away from her event and made it there just in time to be our roadie. There were a few other people throughout the evening who were very supportive, but all in all it was a pretty uneventful gig.
One bit of good news for all you technos - computer and cell phone reception is excellent there.
Friday, September 7, 2007
9/1 - Great Lakes Brewing Co.
When we sang "takin' it to the streets" we meant it. We were playing in the street, but they had the street blocked off so it wasn't like we were dodging traffic while we were singing, although that would make for a very interesting gig.
It was a great gig. Lots and lots of people. The Brewery was having their October Fest (I know, it's not October), the air show and the taste of Cleveland were all going on at the same time.
Mud used his handy-dandy, laminated, wallet sized poetic license to change all the train lyrics to airplane lyrics to better suit the mood of the day.
The gig started at noon o'clock with the sun at it's blaziest and silly me wore a black t-shirt. Not one of the smartest things I've ever done, but certainly not one of the dumbest either. And as entertaining as those dumb things are, we don't have that kind of space on this blog. I was smart enough to bring the sun screen.
There was a band playing in the courtyard about a hop, skip, and a spit from us and when we started playing it truly became a battle of the bands. It wasn't pretty at all. C-Man talked them into sharing the gig time with us, so it ended up working out okay.
We had our resident cutie. She was just a wee little thing and oh so too very adorable.
We also had visitors from Slovenia. Their fashion police must be on strike, because one of the guys was wearing an orange flowered terry cloth shirt, short shorts and cowboy boots covered in real cow (or some sort of animal hair that looked rather cow-like). His friends decided to do a citizens arrest and took his boots from him, which would have been fine, but they also felt the need to hurl them toward us. A lot less messy than the tomatoes, but a bit more painful.
C-Man ordered food for us about 1/2 way through and they gave him this number on a little stand like you'd see at a banquet table. Our number was 50. We never got our food. It got to be a joke with some of the people there who started teasing us about it and asking if they should go check on the food for us. When the gig was all over, I became the designated food orderer and when I asked about our previous order the bartender exclaimed, "oh you're the ones with the mystery order!" At least she didn't say mystery odor.
While we were eating I noticed this framed section of the wall that appeared to be straw. I took a picture of it, which I'm sure will eventually make it's way to the website, but getting the film developed first will be the key. Anyway, I asked the waitress chick (Ashley) about it and yes, yes it is straw. That's what was used as insulation for the walls . Apparently they've never heard of the big bad wolf. All it takes is a huff and a puff and that wall is history. Oddly enough, there was a working fire place (not working at the time) on that very same wall. Talk about fuel for your fire.
We sampled a couple of their beers, because we're pretty sure that's the law at a brewery.
Oh yeah speaking of the law, the story goes that the bullet hole in the wall behind the bar was made from the bullet that was intended for Elliot Ness. Fact or fiction - you make the call.
When we sang "takin' it to the streets" we meant it. We were playing in the street, but they had the street blocked off so it wasn't like we were dodging traffic while we were singing, although that would make for a very interesting gig.
It was a great gig. Lots and lots of people. The Brewery was having their October Fest (I know, it's not October), the air show and the taste of Cleveland were all going on at the same time.
Mud used his handy-dandy, laminated, wallet sized poetic license to change all the train lyrics to airplane lyrics to better suit the mood of the day.
The gig started at noon o'clock with the sun at it's blaziest and silly me wore a black t-shirt. Not one of the smartest things I've ever done, but certainly not one of the dumbest either. And as entertaining as those dumb things are, we don't have that kind of space on this blog. I was smart enough to bring the sun screen.
There was a band playing in the courtyard about a hop, skip, and a spit from us and when we started playing it truly became a battle of the bands. It wasn't pretty at all. C-Man talked them into sharing the gig time with us, so it ended up working out okay.
We had our resident cutie. She was just a wee little thing and oh so too very adorable.
We also had visitors from Slovenia. Their fashion police must be on strike, because one of the guys was wearing an orange flowered terry cloth shirt, short shorts and cowboy boots covered in real cow (or some sort of animal hair that looked rather cow-like). His friends decided to do a citizens arrest and took his boots from him, which would have been fine, but they also felt the need to hurl them toward us. A lot less messy than the tomatoes, but a bit more painful.
C-Man ordered food for us about 1/2 way through and they gave him this number on a little stand like you'd see at a banquet table. Our number was 50. We never got our food. It got to be a joke with some of the people there who started teasing us about it and asking if they should go check on the food for us. When the gig was all over, I became the designated food orderer and when I asked about our previous order the bartender exclaimed, "oh you're the ones with the mystery order!" At least she didn't say mystery odor.
While we were eating I noticed this framed section of the wall that appeared to be straw. I took a picture of it, which I'm sure will eventually make it's way to the website, but getting the film developed first will be the key. Anyway, I asked the waitress chick (Ashley) about it and yes, yes it is straw. That's what was used as insulation for the walls . Apparently they've never heard of the big bad wolf. All it takes is a huff and a puff and that wall is history. Oddly enough, there was a working fire place (not working at the time) on that very same wall. Talk about fuel for your fire.
We sampled a couple of their beers, because we're pretty sure that's the law at a brewery.
Oh yeah speaking of the law, the story goes that the bullet hole in the wall behind the bar was made from the bullet that was intended for Elliot Ness. Fact or fiction - you make the call.
Monday, September 3, 2007
8/30 - Rooster's
As I was walking up to the patio where the boys had set up shop, I noticed that they were talking with a man who looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place him. When I finally made my way up to them, I saw that he was our buddy Lawrence (from the Cleve Grill). We chatted with him for a bit before we got started. He's such a nice man.
The weather was finally nice enough for people to be out on the patio and not have to feel like the Wicked Witch
(I'm melting...melting...).
We made new friends, Lynne and Cheryl. They were very funny girls. They gave Mud a new nick-name - The Brick Man, which quickly morphed into Adobe Man.
There was a young man there who was feeling the music and we were able to play all his requests. I think he may have left there a little happier than when he arrived. His mom was celebrating having him and his sister back in school. They even moved up from their table in the way back to a table up front. I think the waitress chick (oops, 2 faux pas in one) was a little nervous that they left her with the bill when she came back out and didn't see them. The look on her face was rather amusing to me.
Because Chloe wasn't there to get the high sign signal for ordering food for us, I went through M&C withdrawal. The same waitress chick who thought those people left her with the bill also thought we were invisible. Maybe I'll start bringing some in a thermos (it keeps things cold and hot, but how does it know?). Anyway, that could be my signature instead of a bottle of Southern Comfort. Hey, it could work. Macaroni & cheese is a comfort food. See the similarities?
As I was walking up to the patio where the boys had set up shop, I noticed that they were talking with a man who looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place him. When I finally made my way up to them, I saw that he was our buddy Lawrence (from the Cleve Grill). We chatted with him for a bit before we got started. He's such a nice man.
The weather was finally nice enough for people to be out on the patio and not have to feel like the Wicked Witch
(I'm melting...melting...).
We made new friends, Lynne and Cheryl. They were very funny girls. They gave Mud a new nick-name - The Brick Man, which quickly morphed into Adobe Man.
There was a young man there who was feeling the music and we were able to play all his requests. I think he may have left there a little happier than when he arrived. His mom was celebrating having him and his sister back in school. They even moved up from their table in the way back to a table up front. I think the waitress chick (oops, 2 faux pas in one) was a little nervous that they left her with the bill when she came back out and didn't see them. The look on her face was rather amusing to me.
Because Chloe wasn't there to get the high sign signal for ordering food for us, I went through M&C withdrawal. The same waitress chick who thought those people left her with the bill also thought we were invisible. Maybe I'll start bringing some in a thermos (it keeps things cold and hot, but how does it know?). Anyway, that could be my signature instead of a bottle of Southern Comfort. Hey, it could work. Macaroni & cheese is a comfort food. See the similarities?
Sunday, September 2, 2007
8/28 - BW3's
Their patio was pretty nice, except for that big harry spider that C-Man pointed out to us. It could have been a baby tarantula. I said could have been. After every song, I kept looking back to make sure it wasn't making it's way toward me to bite me and make me suffer a slow painful death. Spiders are not my favorite creature. I'll wait right here while you get your shocked face on. Well, the spider ended up moving from his spot, but did not bite me nor make me suffer a slow painful death. Just call me Capt. Obvious.
Barbara and Barry ventured out this evening. They stayed for almost the entire time. It was so great to see them again!
We had our dancers again, but this time they were grown ups not tiny. One of them (I think his name was Dave) kept calling me Susan Sarandon all night, which was perfectly fine with me.
There was a full moon and there was some howling going on. Was it live or was it Memorex? No, Ella Fitzgerald wasn't there. Along with the Memorex version, I did some live howling with Barry. Well, not so much with him as much as next to him. He took some pictures of the moon and I'm really looking forward to seeing them.
Their patio was pretty nice, except for that big harry spider that C-Man pointed out to us. It could have been a baby tarantula. I said could have been. After every song, I kept looking back to make sure it wasn't making it's way toward me to bite me and make me suffer a slow painful death. Spiders are not my favorite creature. I'll wait right here while you get your shocked face on. Well, the spider ended up moving from his spot, but did not bite me nor make me suffer a slow painful death. Just call me Capt. Obvious.
Barbara and Barry ventured out this evening. They stayed for almost the entire time. It was so great to see them again!
We had our dancers again, but this time they were grown ups not tiny. One of them (I think his name was Dave) kept calling me Susan Sarandon all night, which was perfectly fine with me.
There was a full moon and there was some howling going on. Was it live or was it Memorex? No, Ella Fitzgerald wasn't there. Along with the Memorex version, I did some live howling with Barry. Well, not so much with him as much as next to him. He took some pictures of the moon and I'm really looking forward to seeing them.
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