11/14 - Mustard Seed
Ah...the place with the giant glitter lava lamps at the bar. I love those things!
But here's something I do not love ~ a ringer for the Salvation Army was out front. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the ringers or the SA, but it's not even Thanksgiving yet. If they're going to start that early in the season, then why not just do it all year long? And what happened to their uniform? I know the ringers haven't worn them for years, but I'm just now ranting about it. Okay, I think I'm over it now.
Oh, my goodness the cutest little boy EVER was there with his parents having some supper time treats. He had to have been about 2-ish. Watching him was entertaining enough when he was looking at Jake and Mudcat with wide eyed wonder and then started playing along with them on his air guitar, but when he launched into playing the air drums (complete with cymbals) I thought I would die.
And I also thought I would die (or at least need Jake's help) when I tried to stand up after squatting down to zip up the mic stand bag. Mud and I went on a 15-ish mile bike ride and then took a walk after that in the morning/afternoon before the gig. But don't worry about me...I'll be alright.
The good news is that we're now playing at the Mustard Seed once a month through the summer!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
11/7 - Redhawk Grill
Apparently, the Ohio State game was the main attraction. According to the manager, the place was packed for the game and then everyone left. There were just a handful of people throughout the evening, but at least we never out numbered them. That's good, right? Even the Beatles had it rough before they became a household name, but why doesn't that make me feel better?
After we had set up and I was making the final adjustments to my area, our new friend, Michael comes up to me and says, "oh, I see you have a stick". Stupid me wondered how the hell he knew that I drive a stick, so along with the deer in the headlights look I gave him, I also said, "what?".
And then he pointed to the Bose tower....never mind. Michael stayed for the duration and he seemed to like us as much as he liked the Bose "stick".
Our entertainment (or at least mine, anyway) was watching these 2 guys shoot pool. One of the guys had quite a flair with the cue, but that didn't help his game...unless the game was to see how many times he could land the cue ball in the pockets.
And there's the ever amusing hand driers in the bathroom. I'm pretty sure the force of the air that shoots out of them could propel a small child across the room. Dries the hands pretty quickly, though.
Apparently, the Ohio State game was the main attraction. According to the manager, the place was packed for the game and then everyone left. There were just a handful of people throughout the evening, but at least we never out numbered them. That's good, right? Even the Beatles had it rough before they became a household name, but why doesn't that make me feel better?
After we had set up and I was making the final adjustments to my area, our new friend, Michael comes up to me and says, "oh, I see you have a stick". Stupid me wondered how the hell he knew that I drive a stick, so along with the deer in the headlights look I gave him, I also said, "what?".
And then he pointed to the Bose tower....never mind. Michael stayed for the duration and he seemed to like us as much as he liked the Bose "stick".
Our entertainment (or at least mine, anyway) was watching these 2 guys shoot pool. One of the guys had quite a flair with the cue, but that didn't help his game...unless the game was to see how many times he could land the cue ball in the pockets.
And there's the ever amusing hand driers in the bathroom. I'm pretty sure the force of the air that shoots out of them could propel a small child across the room. Dries the hands pretty quickly, though.
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