Saturday, December 22, 2007

11/21 - The Harland

It's the winter solstice and it's a full moon. A Christmas full moon ~ ya gotta love that. Well, it's not official full-like until the 23rd, but of course I howled even though we couldn't see it, because the sky was so overcast. However, just for future reference a street light comes in handy as a replacement full moon. It also comes in handy when trying to put one over on your gullible friends (and succeeding in doing so).

We're also celebrating Festivus. I do believe that Mud won out in the airing of grievances and he and I might have tied in the feats of strength, although lifting a van is not quite the same as hefting a piano compared to another's piece of paper.

As for the actual gig, Greg sat in on the drums with us and I'm going to steal a line from my mom to describe it. "that's different". Enough said.

And we walked the dog on route 66. We're alright, don't worry about us. Crossing traffic was a wee bit tricky, but we survived.

Dancin' Charlie made his appearance, which made the night complete.

Patti, our beer goddess, is now hooked on chocolate covered Altoids and if you've never tried them you need to stop reading and go get some. You'll be hooked too.

Oh, I almost forgot the best part of all ~ it was the best Mojo Christmas! My new magic carpet is the way best EVER. It's leopard print and I love it. I couldn't stop looking at it through out the gig. My new friend, Bart even asked me what was up with it. I told him that it truly was magical and that just by standing on it made me sing better. Of course I lied. Well, only a partial lie. It is magical, and I really couldn't stop looking at it, but it didn't make me sing any better.

Oh well, it's always somethin'.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

12/15 - South Side

Well, I'm pretty darn sure that we won't be playing there again. We were told to leave in the middle of the second set.

It's the first time I've ever been kicked out of a place because I wasn't rowdy enough. Will wonders never cease?

Apparently when people sing along and dance and clap at South Side it's not interpreted as a good thing.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

12/8 - Mutt & Jeff's

Okay, I know it's Wed and the gig was on Sat, but get off my back. I'm quite sure that I got distracted by something shiny. Now, let's see what I can remember and considering the level of CRS I'm dealing with that should be quite a challenge.

The place sort of reminded me of the joint in the movie Thelma & Louise, but on a smaller scale and much less crowded (and with no rape or gunfire). So, I guess it was nothing like the bar in that movie.

We had some dancers, but they were actually "dancers". One of the two girls was vertically challenged and I'm not talking about her height. She spent a lot of time falling. And I guess these girls decided to kill 2 birds with 1 stone when they realized that our music would be a great accompaniment to their aerobics. It was the first time I'd ever seen anyone do jumping jacks and cartwheels to our music. It kinda would have been oddly amusing if they'd done the jumping jacks while C-Man sang Jumpin' Jack Flash. Maybe that's where they got the idea.
Thankfully, there was no flashing to go with the jumping jacks.

There was Rob, who was mesmerized by Anno's bass playing abilities rather than being mesmerized by the chick he was there with. Hey, Anno's got it goin' on. It's really not his fault. Well, I'm sure it was his fault for something during the evening.

And then there was the guy who said that we were playing bluegrass and he liked salsa. Well, I like salsa too with some tortilla chips. Clearly, we were not the band for him.

That's pretty much it for this installment. Meet ya back here after Saturday's gig.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

12/7 - The Station

After this gig, C-Man will never be the same (and neither will the poles in the bar). Marcie had quite an effect on both. She's such a cutie, although that would not be the word to describe her version of dancing. Hence the reason that neither C-Man nor the poles in the bar will ever be the same.

Aside from C-Man being up for Marcie (pun intended), we had our own cheering section too. Troy, Max, Pete, Petie, Marc, Cindy, Cindy's sister and brother-in-law, Peanuts, Chloe, and let's not forget Marcie. Pretty darned sure we won't.

You know how when you're on a plane they tell you that your seat cushion can be used as a floatation device (which would only be useful in the event of a crash in the water and that's such a comforting thought). Well according to C-Man, during the flight of my carpet (an actual piece of carpet - geeze, you guys are pervs), my front parts also become floatation devices. We didn't get around to proving that theory. Maybe next time. Or not.

And I do believe that I'll have to file a workman's comp claim. I was injured on the job. Don't worry about me...I'll be alright. I had no idea that singing could be so dangerous. There's a blood blister on my finger and stupid me thought it was dirt or ink and tried to wash it off. It's still there.

Ooh, and I got a lovely parting gift. It's an official-like Project Mojo luggage tag. My band bag is wearing it proudly.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

12/1 - The Office

What I learned in school today. I mean, what I learned at the office today.

I learned that it has been determined through lengthy debate that there is no difference between Johnny Walker Red and Johnny Walker Black, except for the color of the label. However, the people who were debating and came to this conclusion were drinking beer, not Johnny Walker. But, it still counts as something I learned.

The other thing I learned is that those little drink stirrers can be used as chop sticks.

Let's see...what else...oh yeah, I learned that if you're a smokin' hot bartender even the girls will be checkin' you out. The bartender really was smokin' hot. And, no I'm not a lesbian. But if it helps you to get through these posts to believe that I am, then by all means I am.

Okay, now that you've stopped reading and are just fantasising about me and the smokin' hot bartender I can pretty much type anything.

Anything.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

11/30 - The Harland

The Harland has got to be my favorite place for a gig and if you've been there you've got to be asking yourself why right now. I think it's because everyone there is just so damn nice. Plus the fact that they really seem to like us. That always helps!

Speaking of liking us, I'm assuming that this is a good thing - our new friend, Greg told me that my "white rabbit" (the song, you goofballs) was off the hook. Maybe I'm still on 33-1/3 speed, because to me that means that the hand set of my telephone is not on the cradle and it's doing that funky buzy signal sound followed by the weird screechy sound that you can hear from a mile away so that you know you're phone is off the hook. I have found that if you leave it like that long enough, it just gives up and it's quiet, which came in handy for the times when I didn't want to talk to stupid boys, so all they got was a buzy signal. But I digress. That's so unlike me.

Mud has a new gadget that does stuff. Now you all want one too, don't you? I have no idea what it's called, but it does do stuff. It was kinda freakin' me out a wee bit, because I thought that the voices in my head formed a band and were jammin' with us. They weren't.
No, I'm not really crazy (at least that's what the voices in my head tell me!).

Dancin' Charlie was cutting a rug, which is way different than cutting the cheese (of course he may have done that too, but we were upwind of him). And now I'm stuck in 1940. Who says "cutting a rug" anymore? Apparently, I do.

Then there was Rose and Chloe ran interference. She's our protector. Thank you, Chloe.

And there was the couple who really needed to get a room. It was pretty icky. It was also like a bad accident where you can't look away no matter how hard you try. And I really did try.

On that note, I'll leave you. You're welcome.