This is not just your average every day coffee house…according to their sign, it’s also a video rental. However, I can’t remember seeing any video section and/or anyone returning or leaving with a video.
Ooooh, I know ~ it must be the video that some girl was making on her little camcorder thing. She was recording us for a bit, then went over to some guy who was sketching (my take on that to follow) and was shooting him while he was doing his sketch thing. But, not shooting with a gun. There were signs posted that firearms were not allowed… Anyway, that’s gotta be it. Okay, that mystery is solved. I can sleep tonight.
I did a little survey (asked Jake) and it’s unanimous that being sketched is much worse than being photographed. With a picture it’s like yankin’ off a band aid; quick and almost painless. But, with being sketched it’s kind of like a slow, painful death. And I felt bad if I moved. I certainly didn’t want him to have to start over.
Oddly enough, they had a stage. I’m talkin’ a real stage with outlets and room to move about the cabin. It was a small cabin, but my point is that some of the official-like bars we’ve played in just moved a table over and smashed us into a corner that was as far away from an outlet as you could get without going to the next county.
Being up there was like being stuck in the back seat of the car on a family trip and not being able to reach the heater which was on full blast. We could see the source of the heat, but couldn’t reach it and even if we could have reached it, just like in the car on a family trip we would have caught all kinds of grief had we tried to adjust anything in the driver’s domain. I still have an aversion to adjusting the controls in someone else’s car, but enough about that. Let’s get back to the gig, shall we?
I took another survey (asked Jake again) and determined that despite our roasting, this was actually one of the most fun gigs we’ve had. And We sold another CD! Thank you, John. Plus, we got some tips (money tips, not stock market tips).
It started out with being a mixture of people, most pretty young-ish, but with a smattering of “older” people and everyone seemed like pretty normal blue collar types.
But then….
There was the guy wearing fish net gloves with the fingers cut out who mysteriously produced a bridge (as in teeth) while talking with us and nonchalantly put it back in his mouth without missing a beat in the conversation.
Some bikers came in (not that there’s anything wrong with that) and one of the women had long hair down to her hips, but remember in the 80’s or 90’s when people went from long hair to short hair and kept one strand of the long hair and braided cords or ribbon into it? Well, this woman apparently did that and then let her hair grow out again, but kept the braided piece too. That braided piece of hair was down to her ankle. I am not kidding. I kept wondering how she managed to not catch it in anything or trip over it or choke on it in her sleep. Then I pictured her riding on the bike with the wind blowing that part of her hair straight back and how distracting that would be for the person in the car behind them, but then I decided it might be a good idea to pay attention to what ever song we were doing at the time.
While Mudcat was singing his version of I’ll Be Watching You (I’ll be stalking you), one guy caught it and started laughing. Then his buddies came in, so he ran up to tell them about it like he was a 7th grade girl telling her friends that the cutest boy in the whole school just talked to her. So, they all turned around to watch and listen and when Mudcat got to the second time around he switched it back to “watching you”. This guy’s friends all turned around to tell the guy what an idiot he was and then they all walked away and left him there. It was pretty amusing.
But then….
There was this chick that clearly wanted to be a boy (and was quite close to pulling it off too) who was hanging out with some friends in the back of the room. One of those boys clearly wanted to be something, but I’m not sure what that something was. It was kind of like looking at the half man/half woman at the circus. At first I thought his head was completely shaved and that some girl with shoulder length jet black hair was sitting really close to him and I wondered how that wouldn’t become annoying after a couple of hours. Turns out it was all him. The black hair was sprouting out of one part of the shaved head and it kind of looked like the hair on those dolls where you pull on it to make it grow.
The girl who was working there joined them and took off her shirt (don’t get excited, she had a camisole underneath) and then chick-boy gave her a massage.
Oh yeah, Jake’s Nirvana song was a big, big hit with chick-boy and friends. Mudcat and I liked it too!
But then….
One of the boys carried what looked like a dog dish over to the microwave and moments later he took the dog dish out of the microwave and carried it with him while he went outside with his friends. As he passed by, it looked like chicken soup in the bowl. So, apparently the friends went out to smoke and he decided that dining outdoors during a blizzard would be a really fun thing to do. Or maybe he just likes to eat in the smoking section.
