Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he? NO ~ it was Jake!
Apparently, a battle of the wills ensued and she who held the clippers won. Try to remember this life lesson, weed hopper....never go up against the will of a woman.
Bernie, Betty (the Clipper Queen), and David were there to cheer us on. Thank you! It's always appreciated.
It was a fairly sparse group, being the day after Christmas and all, but we got a great response from everyone, so that made it nice.
Abraham, the new manager has everything under control and we look forward to working with him again.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
12/19 - BW3
Anno sat in with us during the last set and what a great time that was! Thanks for stopping out and pleeeeeeeeeeeze join us again when ever you can (and it doesn't just have to be at BW3's, you know). I'd forgotten how much fun it was to sing "Closer To Fine" with the other girl's part and I was so excited that I completely lost track of where I was in the last part of the song
....amateur.
Betty and Lindy were there as well to offer their support. Lindy's new friend, Steven was quite a piece of work, but he at least attempted to give Jake the thumbs up during one of his solos. And by the way, "attempted" is the key word in that sentence. He was feeling no pain.
This was our first winter-ish gig, so the back dock and steps were nicely coated in ice and then topped with snow. Having mastered the art of slipping on snow covered ice, falling, and braking my wrist many moons ago, I was just a wee bit terrified of a repeat performance so I made the boys risk life and limb while I stood in one spot holding the door that didn't require any holding.
But I did tell them to be careful....does that count?
....amateur.
Betty and Lindy were there as well to offer their support. Lindy's new friend, Steven was quite a piece of work, but he at least attempted to give Jake the thumbs up during one of his solos. And by the way, "attempted" is the key word in that sentence. He was feeling no pain.
This was our first winter-ish gig, so the back dock and steps were nicely coated in ice and then topped with snow. Having mastered the art of slipping on snow covered ice, falling, and braking my wrist many moons ago, I was just a wee bit terrified of a repeat performance so I made the boys risk life and limb while I stood in one spot holding the door that didn't require any holding.
But I did tell them to be careful....does that count?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
12/12 - The Pub
This was a patio gig. All right, fine then ~ technically it was indoors, because the patio was enclosed for the winter and there were 850 heaters out there (I asked them to turn off the one directly above us), but I'm still counting it as a patio gig.
The Dunder Mifflin Christmas party was being held out there. Well, that's what Mudcat was calling them anyway, but we swear that one of the girls in their party was Angela. "Michael"
asked Mud if he could come up and make an announcement that the first 2 drinks were on him and then it was an open bar. Mudcat said that was fine, to just come up to the mic when ever he was ready. Very early on, the party started to thin from the 30 people they started with and it appeared that it was happening after each person finished their second drink. Coincidence? I think not. Anyway, when it eventually got down to "Michael" and "Dwight", Mudcat had to be a smartass and ask him when he wanted to make his important announcement.
Thanks to Betty, Bernie, and company for coming out and staying and thanks to Bernie for the barley sodas!
Mr. Peanuts made a guest appearance, but unfortunately we didn't get to talk with him because we were in the middle of a set and Peanuts left before we finished. We waved to each other, so that will have to do for now, but next time I expect double hugs.
Kevin and Jeff were the servers in the patio and they were wearing kilts. Well, not just the two of them, but all the boy servers. I really wanted to ask THE question, but I figured that they've probably been asked so many times that its cleverness was lost long ago....plus, I'm thinkin' that some things are just better left unknown. Anyway, they were very nice boys and took good care of us.
And what's a gig post from me without mentioning the bathrooms? Well, let me tell you about the bathrooms at The Pub. Actually, it's not so much the bathrooms themselves (very nice and clean), but more the journey to get to them....Across the patio to the side bar, through that section and down a small hall to the front door, a sharp right turn took me to the main bar area where the tile floor and my boots did not play nice together, eventually made my way between the bar and the booths without actually falling, to the plushly carpeted back dining room. A slalom course took me through the tables to the back of that area, then a sharp right turn down a ramp to finally arrive at the bathrooms on the left. I really could have used a GPS...or a rest stop along the way.
The Dunder Mifflin Christmas party was being held out there. Well, that's what Mudcat was calling them anyway, but we swear that one of the girls in their party was Angela. "Michael"
asked Mud if he could come up and make an announcement that the first 2 drinks were on him and then it was an open bar. Mudcat said that was fine, to just come up to the mic when ever he was ready. Very early on, the party started to thin from the 30 people they started with and it appeared that it was happening after each person finished their second drink. Coincidence? I think not. Anyway, when it eventually got down to "Michael" and "Dwight", Mudcat had to be a smartass and ask him when he wanted to make his important announcement.
Thanks to Betty, Bernie, and company for coming out and staying and thanks to Bernie for the barley sodas!
Mr. Peanuts made a guest appearance, but unfortunately we didn't get to talk with him because we were in the middle of a set and Peanuts left before we finished. We waved to each other, so that will have to do for now, but next time I expect double hugs.
Kevin and Jeff were the servers in the patio and they were wearing kilts. Well, not just the two of them, but all the boy servers. I really wanted to ask THE question, but I figured that they've probably been asked so many times that its cleverness was lost long ago....plus, I'm thinkin' that some things are just better left unknown. Anyway, they were very nice boys and took good care of us.
And what's a gig post from me without mentioning the bathrooms? Well, let me tell you about the bathrooms at The Pub. Actually, it's not so much the bathrooms themselves (very nice and clean), but more the journey to get to them....Across the patio to the side bar, through that section and down a small hall to the front door, a sharp right turn took me to the main bar area where the tile floor and my boots did not play nice together, eventually made my way between the bar and the booths without actually falling, to the plushly carpeted back dining room. A slalom course took me through the tables to the back of that area, then a sharp right turn down a ramp to finally arrive at the bathrooms on the left. I really could have used a GPS...or a rest stop along the way.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
12/5 - Mojo's Coffee House
This was our first open mic night at Mojo's and I do believe that it was a success.
Don and Ron both brought their guitars with them. Ron (Kingfish) played some of his originals during our break. He plays at the Flying Monkey, but of course I can't remember the days.
Anyway, when he launched into his twist on Johny Cash's Folsom Prison Blues, I just couldn't sit still and went up to play the cabasa while he sang. Then Mudcat joined us and then Jake filtered his way up there, followed by Don.
The boys jammed together to a few more tunes and then Don took his turn at a couple songs.
Mudcat, Jake, and I finished up the gig and ended by request with a repeat of our version of "Time Won't Let Me", which is Don's brother Tom's song (Tom King of the Outsiders). Betty and/or Bernie caught it on video, which Mud posted, so if you have a spare moment, check it out.
And speaking of Betty and Bernie, thanks for being there for us. Your support is greatly appreciated (even if Jake won't admit it!). Also thanks to Colleen for stopping out and to Joey for helping out with percussion.
Don and Ron both brought their guitars with them. Ron (Kingfish) played some of his originals during our break. He plays at the Flying Monkey, but of course I can't remember the days.
Anyway, when he launched into his twist on Johny Cash's Folsom Prison Blues, I just couldn't sit still and went up to play the cabasa while he sang. Then Mudcat joined us and then Jake filtered his way up there, followed by Don.
The boys jammed together to a few more tunes and then Don took his turn at a couple songs.
Mudcat, Jake, and I finished up the gig and ended by request with a repeat of our version of "Time Won't Let Me", which is Don's brother Tom's song (Tom King of the Outsiders). Betty and/or Bernie caught it on video, which Mud posted, so if you have a spare moment, check it out.
And speaking of Betty and Bernie, thanks for being there for us. Your support is greatly appreciated (even if Jake won't admit it!). Also thanks to Colleen for stopping out and to Joey for helping out with percussion.
12/4 - Riders Inn
Christmas trees as far as the eye can see....they were for a silent auction to benefit the Morley Library. What clever ideas! Not sure how long the auction is going on for, but if you're interested in a miniature theme tree and/or helping the library, give them a call.
Paul and Little B were there to offer support and chit chat during the break. They're just so cute together.
Samantha (the resident horny cat) was missing, so I'm thinkin' that she may have been out trying to break her litter record again.
Our new friend, Lynn (a.k.a. the hostess) offered up some requests. She was pretty excited about having the songs "dedicated" to her.
And once again, I judged by appearance and shouldn't have, but let's see if you would have come to the same conclusion ~
A guy at the bar who was wearing short sleeves to show off his tattoos (actually looked like one giant tattoo, because his arms were completely covered in them) yelled out "awesome tune!" when I was singing Jewel's You Were Meant For Me song. And for those of you who are familiar with the game "what Lola heard", it was "you're out of tune!". Anyway, I wouldn't have thought he would be into that song. Then as he was leaving, he stopped to listen and sing along for the ending of the Motel's song Only The Lonely. Again, didn't think that song would appeal to him. I was pleasantly surprised.
Paul and Little B were there to offer support and chit chat during the break. They're just so cute together.
Samantha (the resident horny cat) was missing, so I'm thinkin' that she may have been out trying to break her litter record again.
Our new friend, Lynn (a.k.a. the hostess) offered up some requests. She was pretty excited about having the songs "dedicated" to her.
And once again, I judged by appearance and shouldn't have, but let's see if you would have come to the same conclusion ~
A guy at the bar who was wearing short sleeves to show off his tattoos (actually looked like one giant tattoo, because his arms were completely covered in them) yelled out "awesome tune!" when I was singing Jewel's You Were Meant For Me song. And for those of you who are familiar with the game "what Lola heard", it was "you're out of tune!". Anyway, I wouldn't have thought he would be into that song. Then as he was leaving, he stopped to listen and sing along for the ending of the Motel's song Only The Lonely. Again, didn't think that song would appeal to him. I was pleasantly surprised.
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