10/28 - Whole Foods, Beachwood

This was our Halloween gig, but SOMEBODY, who will remain nameless, JAKE chose to not wear a costume this year. He did not get the thumbs up from his "old girlfriend" like Mudcat and I did for our costumes. Mud was a surgeon, I was a cowgirl. Did I mention that Jake didn't dress up this year?

Mandy looked adorable as a flapper, but she looks adorable even when she's not in costume.

Some of the kids were dressed up, mostly of the princess and witch variety, East Side Chuck was not dressed up this year either and he was a little too busy enjoying his date to pay any attention to us.

Jim and Paula were there....also NOT in costume and Paula had been over the moon about dressing up when we had talked about it at the previous WF gig. I have a feeling there was a compromise involved.

Tony was his cheerful self. It's always a pleasure to talk with him.

A super duper cute little boy was there with mom and dad in tow, sporting his red guitar. "Do You Know the Muffin Man" is the extent of his songlist so far, but it's a song that Mudcat didn't know. Perhaps we'll add it to our repertoire. Perhaps not.

10/22 - Stop 45

It's not the old hole in the wall joint, it's across the street. Same name, different set up.

It's a wine bar with a train theme going on with an actual working model that goes around the room on a shelf up by the ceiling. Unfortunately, it wasn't running....guess I could have asked Tom to turn it on for us, but I didn't. They also have the obligatory wine theme as well.
Interesting combination.

As we're bringing in the equipment and looking at our little corner of the world for the evening, discussing what could go where, one of the patrons comes up to us tells us to have a seat and stick around, because the band will be starting soon. Good to know. And then he left.

During the middle-ish, everyone got their checks at the same time and then did a mass exodus. That was not a good thing, playing to an empty place, but we kept going and soon enough, second shift came in.

We didn't eat there, but the pizzas that were coming out of the kitch parading by us on their way to the tables looked pretty tasty.

10/15 - Sammy K's Steakhouse

Our happy bar manager attributed their lack-o-peeps to Homecoming and to some other community activity, so we ended up doing just 1 set and called it a night.

At least the few people who were there were appreciative. That's always a plus.

10/14 - Cabana's

This was an odd weather night. On the way there, we saw a rainbow. Not so odd, but stay with me. Following the rainbow and in a short amount of time, we got rain, thunder, lightning, and hail. No pot of gold, just weather.

We met some nice people who chitted and chatted with me before we started. The guy's brother is in a band and does benefit shows. And I've slept since then, so can't remember the name of the guy or his band.

A couple of girls did some dancing and they stayed for the duration. Not so sure if they ended up staying because they were enjoying our music, or if they were just waiting out the weather. Let's go with both.

10/7 - Whole Foods, University Hts

We were bumped from the stage by the Juice Weasel. Okay, fine...that's not what it's really called, but it was some sort of juice-o-matic (not to be confused with the bass-o-matic). Where did they put us, you ask? In front of the eggs. So close to them that if we backed up too quickly, they would have been scrambled egg ready.

Oh, but the fun doesn't end there. Mudcat had to be on his toes to dodge the worker bees coming out of the back with their restocking supplies, most of which were on giant carts. And we were in direct line of the line to get to one of the tasting tables, which meant that the people who had carts and who were there strictly to shop decided to go "off roading".

One woman thought it would be a great idea to run her cart over Mudcat's mic stand, which sent the stand careening until the microphone became one with Mudcat's face, because my reflexes were not quick enough to right it before it made contact. Sorry, Mud. And what a trooper, he never stopped playing.

Then there was the woman who asked me if we could make change. We make change, that's what we do. She wanted to tip us, just not that much. And she asked me this while I was singing.

And if you don't believe this all happened, just ask Jim and Paula. They were our witnesses. Although, they were probably getting free juice and missed everything.

10/1 - Riverside Wines

Now, this gig I remember ~

Thanks to Betty, Bernie, and their crew for coming out to celebrate and offer support!

While we were doing our thing, I noticed a couple girls talking to each other and the girl who was drinking red wine and wearing a white blouse (you see where this is going, don't you) was the animated one and after she did one hand gesture too many, her red wine and her white blouse became one. She was horrified. And then seemingly out of nowhere, their server appeared with a travel size spray bottle. He gave it to her and she spritzed like a mad woman and then gave the spray bottle back to her server. After the gig, I asked him what that magical formula was and he told me that it was Oxy spray, so I had to get some. It's quite the wonderful pre-laundry treat. As a matter of fact, it completely took out spaghetti sauce that was covering my sweatshirt and jeans the other day. And when I say covering, I do mean covering. The sauce was even on the back of my shirt, but the story of the spaghetti sauce shower is a blog unto itself.

And Bernie, what did we learn at this gig? I'll tell you, because I know you weren't paying attention to Jake's instruction. Do not try to make Jake read a text message from your phone while he's in mid-gig. You're welcome, Jake.

9/23 - Whole Foods, Beachwood

Well, since I'm just now posting about this gig and it's been over a month, it's going to be a short post. Really short. Unless I keep writing about how short it's going to be.

I do apologize for my neglectfulness with this blog, but I've been busy out my eyeballs and unfortunately the things I like most to do (this blog would be one of those things) keep getting pushed further and further into the abyss.

It seems that none of the gig's blogworthiness is making its way back to me, other than Tony being nice as ever. He's our go-to-guy for wine and he always makes time to chit and chat with us.

And I've got to believe that our regulars were there....East Side Chuck and the Dancing Sisters. Hey, that might be a good name for a band.