8/15 - Mojo's Coffee House
The Mojos were back at Mojo's.
Thank you to Betty and her crew who made the gig worthwhile (again)!
Our new friend, Don was there and did a video of us on a couple of songs.
He had the camera aimed at me when I was singing "Carousel Dream" and it made me nervous. I wasn't sure where to look, so I end up coming across as having some horrible affliction where my eyeballs constantly dart about. Or I suppose it could look like I'm all hopped up on something and paranoid beyond belief. Either way, it's a little disturbing to watch.
The other song that Don recorded was "Stray Cat Strut". At least Mud and Jake (who likes long walks and candlelight dinners) looked normal.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
8/14 - Kepner's
I don't know how many of you have ever been to Hudson (that's where Kepner's is), but it's a quaint little town that's a wee bit too picture perfect, bordering on Stepford Wife-ish. Then we combined Steven King into the mix and were afraid that we would be stuck there forever with no way out, but no.
Everyone seemed to know everyone and I'm not sure how they were able to tell each other apart, because almost all the women had the exact same hair cut with the majority of them even having the same hair color.
And then there was the girl who like talked like non stop and like I like couldn't like believe that she could like make like a 3 word sentence like turn into like an entire like paragraph. She actually talked LIKE that.
Oh well, it was actually a fun gig. The place was hoppin' even up until 1-ish when we were leaving. I was amazed at the amount of people who showed up after midnight...guess I'm showing my age, huh?
I don't know how many of you have ever been to Hudson (that's where Kepner's is), but it's a quaint little town that's a wee bit too picture perfect, bordering on Stepford Wife-ish. Then we combined Steven King into the mix and were afraid that we would be stuck there forever with no way out, but no.
Everyone seemed to know everyone and I'm not sure how they were able to tell each other apart, because almost all the women had the exact same hair cut with the majority of them even having the same hair color.
And then there was the girl who like talked like non stop and like I like couldn't like believe that she could like make like a 3 word sentence like turn into like an entire like paragraph. She actually talked LIKE that.
Oh well, it was actually a fun gig. The place was hoppin' even up until 1-ish when we were leaving. I was amazed at the amount of people who showed up after midnight...guess I'm showing my age, huh?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
8/7 - Jackalope
JAKE IS BACK!!!! I'm just a wee bit happy about it....
Our new friend, Madeline was quite the crazy chick. She had long blond hair, was about 8 feet tall with legs up to her ears, wearing a skirt that was as short as she was tall, with CFM shoes (girls ~ you know what those are, but in case you're unaware it stands for Come F_ _ _ Me). During the course of her dancing, she decided to flick her shoes off and in doing so sent one of them sailing through the air, coming to land on a woman sitting at a table about 10 feet away. I saw the shoe flicking and sailing part, then looked at Jake to see if he saw it. Not only did Jake see that, but he got to see it actually hit that unsuspecting woman. I looked back just in time to see her shocked reaction. I still can't believe that a fight didn't break out right in front of us. Luckily, the actual shoe part hit her and she wasn't impaled by the never ending spike that served as a heel. It's all fun and games 'til someone gets an eye poked out.
She wasn't the only one who went home worse for the wear. Our favorite bus boy (is it still politically correct to say "bus boy"...oh, who cares) was coming out of the bar into the patio area and a waiter (I know, I know...they're all servers now. Don't care) was going from the patio area into the bar. The BB pushed open the door and continued on, while the waiter stepped up onto the ramp in front of the door and was reaching out toward the door handle. The open door stopped when it hit the waiter's foot and the BB stopped when his head hit the door. That poor kid probably had one terrific head ache. I talked with him later and he said that it hurt, but he had to keep working so he just carried on. Just so you know, the waiter felt horrible and kept asking the BB if he was okay and apologized every time they crossed paths.
And there was lots of activity on the pier. A group of boys seemed to be quite the fishermen and being boys they were fishing while laying on their stomachs looking into the water and pointing, so it looked like they were giving the fish directions to their hooks.
Other than the minor accidents, it was a great evening. The place was packed all night, there were quite a few people who were dancing (and no, there is no dance floor), a lot of people were singing along and we actually found a couple of Dan Hick's fans.
We're hoping for that kind of group (or the same group plus more) back there on the 29th to help us celebrate our 500th gig. No, I didn't type an extra zero in there...five hundredth gig. So, if you weren't part of that group and you're not afraid of flying stilettoes, come on out on the 29th and join in the festivities. Better bring some protective head gear just in case.
JAKE IS BACK!!!! I'm just a wee bit happy about it....
Our new friend, Madeline was quite the crazy chick. She had long blond hair, was about 8 feet tall with legs up to her ears, wearing a skirt that was as short as she was tall, with CFM shoes (girls ~ you know what those are, but in case you're unaware it stands for Come F_ _ _ Me). During the course of her dancing, she decided to flick her shoes off and in doing so sent one of them sailing through the air, coming to land on a woman sitting at a table about 10 feet away. I saw the shoe flicking and sailing part, then looked at Jake to see if he saw it. Not only did Jake see that, but he got to see it actually hit that unsuspecting woman. I looked back just in time to see her shocked reaction. I still can't believe that a fight didn't break out right in front of us. Luckily, the actual shoe part hit her and she wasn't impaled by the never ending spike that served as a heel. It's all fun and games 'til someone gets an eye poked out.
She wasn't the only one who went home worse for the wear. Our favorite bus boy (is it still politically correct to say "bus boy"...oh, who cares) was coming out of the bar into the patio area and a waiter (I know, I know...they're all servers now. Don't care) was going from the patio area into the bar. The BB pushed open the door and continued on, while the waiter stepped up onto the ramp in front of the door and was reaching out toward the door handle. The open door stopped when it hit the waiter's foot and the BB stopped when his head hit the door. That poor kid probably had one terrific head ache. I talked with him later and he said that it hurt, but he had to keep working so he just carried on. Just so you know, the waiter felt horrible and kept asking the BB if he was okay and apologized every time they crossed paths.
And there was lots of activity on the pier. A group of boys seemed to be quite the fishermen and being boys they were fishing while laying on their stomachs looking into the water and pointing, so it looked like they were giving the fish directions to their hooks.
Other than the minor accidents, it was a great evening. The place was packed all night, there were quite a few people who were dancing (and no, there is no dance floor), a lot of people were singing along and we actually found a couple of Dan Hick's fans.
We're hoping for that kind of group (or the same group plus more) back there on the 29th to help us celebrate our 500th gig. No, I didn't type an extra zero in there...five hundredth gig. So, if you weren't part of that group and you're not afraid of flying stilettoes, come on out on the 29th and join in the festivities. Better bring some protective head gear just in case.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
7/31 - Bootleggers
They have a way cool patio and there was even a stage for us! It overlooked a pond with a fountain and their golf course. And from where the stage was situated, we got to see the sunset while we played.
We had quite a gathering early on and a few parties ended up staying. I'm going to believe they stayed for us and not for the beer.
Later in the evening, there was a gathering of young pups to celebrate Monica's 22nd birthday. We sang our birthday song to her and repeated the "stand up and take a bow" verse and I guess she figured that we were going to keep singing it until she did it, so we only had to sing that verse twice. I was shocked and amazed that she and her friends were singing along to all the "oldies" and one of the girls even requested "Ring Of Fire".
They have a way cool patio and there was even a stage for us! It overlooked a pond with a fountain and their golf course. And from where the stage was situated, we got to see the sunset while we played.
We had quite a gathering early on and a few parties ended up staying. I'm going to believe they stayed for us and not for the beer.
Later in the evening, there was a gathering of young pups to celebrate Monica's 22nd birthday. We sang our birthday song to her and repeated the "stand up and take a bow" verse and I guess she figured that we were going to keep singing it until she did it, so we only had to sing that verse twice. I was shocked and amazed that she and her friends were singing along to all the "oldies" and one of the girls even requested "Ring Of Fire".
One of the birthday girl's friends came up and asked me if we knew "Amos Mountain". I told her that I didn't know what song she meant and she said,"you know..." and then proceeded to sing "Amos mountain high enough...". I politely told her (and without laughing) that now I know what song she means, but we don't know it. I'll never be able to hear Diana Ross sing "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" without singing it as "Amos Mountain". I guess it's her version of "there's a bathroom on the right" and "excuse me while I kiss this guy".
And speaking of requests...."Man Who Sold The World" was requested by yet another one of Monica's friends and since we were still Jakeless we couldn't do it. I told Mudcat that Jake will never believe us that someone requested his favorite song. Next gig we'll have Jake back. YEA!!!!!!
Friday, July 31, 2009
7/30 - Best of the West
This was kind of like a trade show, but with the common theme being "best' rather than a specific industry or product. And the last I checked, "best" meant that there could only be one. Apparently, that's not the case on the west side.
This event was sponsored by West Shore magazine. The local businesses that were voted in as the best were the participants. There were restaurants, bars, catering services, wine stores, car wash, spas, salons, jewelry, ties, etc. It was pretty much all over the map as far as products.
Mudcat and I could be pretty much all over the map up on stage with tons of room to move about...we're still Jakeless (now he has a video to show how much we miss him). The being Jakeless part of it we weren't crazy about, but it was pretty cool to be up there looking out into the sea of people, which made us hugely thankful that we had our own space. We were told that attendance was about 500 people this year.
Saw some familiar faces in that sea of people; the crew from Rozi's, Peggy, Mudcat's niece, and Janet and Marsha (no, not the Brady Bunch Jan and Marsha).
Mudcat had a fan right from the get-go. A young-ish girl who kept coming up to the stage to listen to us (him) and she ended up requesting that we do an Eagles song. Gotta give her parents credit! We completely expected her to request Miley Cyrus.
Chris decided that it was open mike night and came up to sing and play (Chris brought his own guitar, but Mudcat let him use his). He did a song by himself, which he pulled off, but then tried to sing along with Mud (not to be confused with sing along with Mitch) and "tried" is the key word. He exited stage left during the first verse, but ended up coming back up when he realized where he left his beer.
According to Trish, the chick in charge of this event, we were well received and she'll keep us in mind for other events and/or next year's Best of the West. We had fun too!
This was kind of like a trade show, but with the common theme being "best' rather than a specific industry or product. And the last I checked, "best" meant that there could only be one. Apparently, that's not the case on the west side.
This event was sponsored by West Shore magazine. The local businesses that were voted in as the best were the participants. There were restaurants, bars, catering services, wine stores, car wash, spas, salons, jewelry, ties, etc. It was pretty much all over the map as far as products.
Mudcat and I could be pretty much all over the map up on stage with tons of room to move about...we're still Jakeless (now he has a video to show how much we miss him). The being Jakeless part of it we weren't crazy about, but it was pretty cool to be up there looking out into the sea of people, which made us hugely thankful that we had our own space. We were told that attendance was about 500 people this year.
Saw some familiar faces in that sea of people; the crew from Rozi's, Peggy, Mudcat's niece, and Janet and Marsha (no, not the Brady Bunch Jan and Marsha).
Mudcat had a fan right from the get-go. A young-ish girl who kept coming up to the stage to listen to us (him) and she ended up requesting that we do an Eagles song. Gotta give her parents credit! We completely expected her to request Miley Cyrus.
Chris decided that it was open mike night and came up to sing and play (Chris brought his own guitar, but Mudcat let him use his). He did a song by himself, which he pulled off, but then tried to sing along with Mud (not to be confused with sing along with Mitch) and "tried" is the key word. He exited stage left during the first verse, but ended up coming back up when he realized where he left his beer.
According to Trish, the chick in charge of this event, we were well received and she'll keep us in mind for other events and/or next year's Best of the West. We had fun too!
7/25 The Room On Lorain
Well, we're still missing Jake (and he has the voice mail message as proof).
Oh, the conversations that we overhear...this organ donor (non-helmet wearing) motorcycle guy meanders up to the bar after parking his bike on the sidewalk right in front of the door, orders a beer and announces to Katie (the bartender) that he does not have insurance. First: he can't afford it and second: if he gets in an accident he'll be dead anyway, so why bother. Great logic.
The ironic thing is that Katie works for an insurance company during the day.
But that's not the best one. I do believe this overheard conversation tops his ~ a girl at the bar proclaims that she is itching out her ying-yang (her words, not mine). Go ahead and say it with me....ewwwwwwwwwww.
Two girls came in who appeared to be having a girls' night out and who also appeared to be expecting a different clientele with whom to share their excursion, decided to stay for at least a shot and a beer, which they downed in about 3 seconds (beer included). Apparently, bubble gum liqueur mixed with Red Bull (which they called a "bubble bomb") is quite tasty. I'll take their word for it.
And once again, the detailed, step-by-step instructional hand washing poster in the women's bathroom continues to amuse me. My favorite part is the last item under the heading of when to know that you need to wash your hands ~ "when hands become visibly soiled". Yeah, I'm thinkin' that would be a good time...
Well, we're still missing Jake (and he has the voice mail message as proof).
Oh, the conversations that we overhear...this organ donor (non-helmet wearing) motorcycle guy meanders up to the bar after parking his bike on the sidewalk right in front of the door, orders a beer and announces to Katie (the bartender) that he does not have insurance. First: he can't afford it and second: if he gets in an accident he'll be dead anyway, so why bother. Great logic.
The ironic thing is that Katie works for an insurance company during the day.
But that's not the best one. I do believe this overheard conversation tops his ~ a girl at the bar proclaims that she is itching out her ying-yang (her words, not mine). Go ahead and say it with me....ewwwwwwwwwww.
Two girls came in who appeared to be having a girls' night out and who also appeared to be expecting a different clientele with whom to share their excursion, decided to stay for at least a shot and a beer, which they downed in about 3 seconds (beer included). Apparently, bubble gum liqueur mixed with Red Bull (which they called a "bubble bomb") is quite tasty. I'll take their word for it.
And once again, the detailed, step-by-step instructional hand washing poster in the women's bathroom continues to amuse me. My favorite part is the last item under the heading of when to know that you need to wash your hands ~ "when hands become visibly soiled". Yeah, I'm thinkin' that would be a good time...
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
7/24 - Enclave
WE MISS JAKE!!!! He's in Oshkosh, where we're supposed to be too, but life happens. Not to worry ~ there's always next year and in the mean time Mudcat and I are making the most of our time at home.
While Jake is undoubtedly trying to escape from the Polka Kings (I still think he secretly likes polka music), the show must go on and we enjoyed having some elbow room on stage.
Kayla went home early. She had a spider bite on her leg that was causing her grief as well as causing her calf to be twice it's normal size. To add to that, she had a fresh tattoo that was tender and her allergies decided to join in the fun. She did not look happy.
Our sketcher was there again and I'm convinced that he does the same drawing over and over.
Oh yeah, and Jake's favorite couple was there too. They stayed for a while at their usual table where they sang back up on a couple of songs.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves including the group of young ones who started a board game around 11:00. Not sure what they were playing, but it seemed like a combination of Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble. I dunno....
WE MISS JAKE!!!! He's in Oshkosh, where we're supposed to be too, but life happens. Not to worry ~ there's always next year and in the mean time Mudcat and I are making the most of our time at home.
While Jake is undoubtedly trying to escape from the Polka Kings (I still think he secretly likes polka music), the show must go on and we enjoyed having some elbow room on stage.
Kayla went home early. She had a spider bite on her leg that was causing her grief as well as causing her calf to be twice it's normal size. To add to that, she had a fresh tattoo that was tender and her allergies decided to join in the fun. She did not look happy.
Our sketcher was there again and I'm convinced that he does the same drawing over and over.
Oh yeah, and Jake's favorite couple was there too. They stayed for a while at their usual table where they sang back up on a couple of songs.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves including the group of young ones who started a board game around 11:00. Not sure what they were playing, but it seemed like a combination of Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble. I dunno....
Thursday, July 23, 2009
7/18 - Huntington Park Pool Pavilion
This was a private party for Chris' college graduation. CONGRATULATIONS!
Linda and Bob were our hosts and WOW, can they put on a party! Seriously, they should consider going into the catering business. It was a feast fit for royalty. And a good time was had by all...pretty sure the monkey had something to do with that.
Honest, they really did have a monkey there. And not just any monkey. This monkey was on the Ellen show. Upstaged by a monkey. How many people can put that on their resume? At least three (that would be Mudcat, Jake, and yours truly). Note to Jake: I would advise against adding that to your resume for air traffic control.
Our version of "Mercedes Benz" was a HUGE hit! And if you haven't seen it yet or would like to see it again, here's the link ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwGy3_I5kT0
We ended the evening with a couple encores and a special request for Betty's favorite song, which began with a disclaimer and ended with Jake's Mr. Rogers advise to the kids.
And a very special thank you to BC (our favorite stalker) for the green room hospitality! You're the way best chick EVER!
This was a private party for Chris' college graduation. CONGRATULATIONS!
Linda and Bob were our hosts and WOW, can they put on a party! Seriously, they should consider going into the catering business. It was a feast fit for royalty. And a good time was had by all...pretty sure the monkey had something to do with that.
Honest, they really did have a monkey there. And not just any monkey. This monkey was on the Ellen show. Upstaged by a monkey. How many people can put that on their resume? At least three (that would be Mudcat, Jake, and yours truly). Note to Jake: I would advise against adding that to your resume for air traffic control.
Our version of "Mercedes Benz" was a HUGE hit! And if you haven't seen it yet or would like to see it again, here's the link ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwGy3_I5kT0
We ended the evening with a couple encores and a special request for Betty's favorite song, which began with a disclaimer and ended with Jake's Mr. Rogers advise to the kids.
And a very special thank you to BC (our favorite stalker) for the green room hospitality! You're the way best chick EVER!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
7/17 - Riders Inn
Every time we play at Riders it either rains or snows. This time was no exception (rain). So, we have yet to play on their beautiful patio.
Painesville had their Party In The Park event going on this weekend and apparently they were charging unbelievably high prices for food. One couple who was at the event, stopped in for some supper time treats and listened to us for a while before heading back down to the park.
We had a good time with the crew that was there ~
One girl who was there with her parents particularly liked "How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away", Mudcat's rendition of "Silver Wings" was a big hit with Karen, the bar goddess and a couple guys who were sitting at the bar did the lighter thing during "Hotel California", which made me feel like we were at Blossom doing a concert.
Mikey was a big fan too. Mikey is a Lhasa apso. Mudcat dedicated "Stray Cat Strut" to him and this dog actually looked up at Mud during the song and wagged his tail. Honest. I think that Mikey's person liked us too, even though we didn't know any of his requests.
And their resident cat, Sam (Samantha....the one with all the litters) decided that while we had the door propped open at the end of the gig would be a good time to sneak outside. I was coming back up the ramp to get more equipment when I saw her on the move and heard everyone inside yelling to get Sam, so I got into baseball player stance to catch a grounder...she was heading right for me and at the last minute, my feet slipped on the wet rug and I started to flip backwards. As I was realigning myself into an upright position, Sam took that opportunity to veer to the left and shot out between me and the door into the night. Wanna bet she has another litter?
Every time we play at Riders it either rains or snows. This time was no exception (rain). So, we have yet to play on their beautiful patio.
Painesville had their Party In The Park event going on this weekend and apparently they were charging unbelievably high prices for food. One couple who was at the event, stopped in for some supper time treats and listened to us for a while before heading back down to the park.
We had a good time with the crew that was there ~
One girl who was there with her parents particularly liked "How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away", Mudcat's rendition of "Silver Wings" was a big hit with Karen, the bar goddess and a couple guys who were sitting at the bar did the lighter thing during "Hotel California", which made me feel like we were at Blossom doing a concert.
Mikey was a big fan too. Mikey is a Lhasa apso. Mudcat dedicated "Stray Cat Strut" to him and this dog actually looked up at Mud during the song and wagged his tail. Honest. I think that Mikey's person liked us too, even though we didn't know any of his requests.
And their resident cat, Sam (Samantha....the one with all the litters) decided that while we had the door propped open at the end of the gig would be a good time to sneak outside. I was coming back up the ramp to get more equipment when I saw her on the move and heard everyone inside yelling to get Sam, so I got into baseball player stance to catch a grounder...she was heading right for me and at the last minute, my feet slipped on the wet rug and I started to flip backwards. As I was realigning myself into an upright position, Sam took that opportunity to veer to the left and shot out between me and the door into the night. Wanna bet she has another litter?
Friday, July 17, 2009
7/11 - Cleats
This was a patio gig and all was going well until I started singing "Fire". I had to change the wording at the end from "fire" to "raindrops". Thankfully, there were only about 4 big old bloppy drops and that was it.
Denny came to this gig too, but the trolling was short lived and he settled at a table "back stage" and then moved onto the patio to a corner table all by his own self.
I do believe that Denny should be added to the list of Jake's fans. He thoroughly enjoyed Jake (and I think Jake got quite a kick out of Denny as well).
Speaking of Jake's fans, he had quite the turn out. There were "the guys", Jackie, and her parents. They were the Ohio State table. We sang "Hang On Sloopy" for them and they provided the choreography. We also sang "Amy", but changed it to "Jackie". She was most embarrassed, which I do believe was Jake's intent.
Betty and Bernie were there for a while as well. Hopefully, Betty is able to breath again with out her much needed allergy medications.
Mudcat unintentionally started up a naming pool after he introduced us when he said that he was the player to be named later. I guess people took him literally and it became a contest. Flipper...really????
And we had our absentee request. Wouldn't be a gig without one.
All in all, it seemed that we were very well received since we were asked to play "just one more song" a couple times. The last request was for "Inagaddadavida" and Jake brought down the house with his rendition.
This was a patio gig and all was going well until I started singing "Fire". I had to change the wording at the end from "fire" to "raindrops". Thankfully, there were only about 4 big old bloppy drops and that was it.
Denny came to this gig too, but the trolling was short lived and he settled at a table "back stage" and then moved onto the patio to a corner table all by his own self.
I do believe that Denny should be added to the list of Jake's fans. He thoroughly enjoyed Jake (and I think Jake got quite a kick out of Denny as well).
Speaking of Jake's fans, he had quite the turn out. There were "the guys", Jackie, and her parents. They were the Ohio State table. We sang "Hang On Sloopy" for them and they provided the choreography. We also sang "Amy", but changed it to "Jackie". She was most embarrassed, which I do believe was Jake's intent.
Betty and Bernie were there for a while as well. Hopefully, Betty is able to breath again with out her much needed allergy medications.
Mudcat unintentionally started up a naming pool after he introduced us when he said that he was the player to be named later. I guess people took him literally and it became a contest. Flipper...really????
And we had our absentee request. Wouldn't be a gig without one.
All in all, it seemed that we were very well received since we were asked to play "just one more song" a couple times. The last request was for "Inagaddadavida" and Jake brought down the house with his rendition.
7/10 - Jackalope
Well, it was stuffy again. Not attitude stuffy, but temperature stuffy.
And this time I got to do the gig with bird poop on my back. Nice. Apparently, I leaned back into it on the swing at home before we left, but it wasn't noticed until after we got to the Jackalope. And yes, this time I was wearing white. Oh, well. There was a girl in the bathroom who did her best to try to wash it out for me.
Denny was in town for the weekend, so he had a new place to troll while we sang. He's quite the social butterfly. He finally settled himself at a table with a couple of women who actually didn't seem to mind his invasion. It was hard to keep track of him even from our perspective where we could see everyone.
Shortly after we began, I was looking out at the dock and noticed the mast of a particular sail boat swaying back and forth and I immediately looked around to see if Denny was missing. I spotted him, so it was someone else who was having fun.
There was a couple who was having fun, but not the same kinda fun as the people on that boat were having. These two were dancing and singing. They stayed up there for 3 or 4 songs. The guy got quite a kick out of Jake saying, "the salt, the salt" during "Margaritaville".
Oh yeah, and Jake played the slide tonight (not the slide in the play area, but the slide for his guitar). It was quite a treat!
Some boys came up and sang "I Don't Want To Fade Away" at the end of the evening. They were a show all by themselves (after a bazillion shots and some beer, who wouldn't be?).
Well, it was stuffy again. Not attitude stuffy, but temperature stuffy.
And this time I got to do the gig with bird poop on my back. Nice. Apparently, I leaned back into it on the swing at home before we left, but it wasn't noticed until after we got to the Jackalope. And yes, this time I was wearing white. Oh, well. There was a girl in the bathroom who did her best to try to wash it out for me.
Denny was in town for the weekend, so he had a new place to troll while we sang. He's quite the social butterfly. He finally settled himself at a table with a couple of women who actually didn't seem to mind his invasion. It was hard to keep track of him even from our perspective where we could see everyone.
Shortly after we began, I was looking out at the dock and noticed the mast of a particular sail boat swaying back and forth and I immediately looked around to see if Denny was missing. I spotted him, so it was someone else who was having fun.
There was a couple who was having fun, but not the same kinda fun as the people on that boat were having. These two were dancing and singing. They stayed up there for 3 or 4 songs. The guy got quite a kick out of Jake saying, "the salt, the salt" during "Margaritaville".
Oh yeah, and Jake played the slide tonight (not the slide in the play area, but the slide for his guitar). It was quite a treat!
Some boys came up and sang "I Don't Want To Fade Away" at the end of the evening. They were a show all by themselves (after a bazillion shots and some beer, who wouldn't be?).
Sunday, July 12, 2009
7/4 - Meadows Neighborhood Fireworks
Another great 4th of July celebration with Vic and Amy as the hosts with the most! They made sure that we were well tended to, starting with offering us water or vodka....we chose water. Every possible effort was made for us to be happy. Once again ~ felt kinda like a rock star.
We did our best with "Bye, Bye Blackbird" to make Mary Lou happy and Mudcat also sang "Crazy" for her.
The Miley Cyrus tribute band didn't get to play, because we thought those little girls would be bold like last year and just come on up to sing and they thought we were going to announce them. They looked all hurt when we were tearing down and one of the girls asked "what about our group?". If it weren't for the fact that we were under the gun to get packed up before the fireworks started, we would have had them come up and do a couple of songs with their official Miley Cyrus guitars. Hey, you can't play her stuff on just any guitar.
It was dark by the time we got everything packed up and Jake decided to use that opportunity to revive one of his childhood games of "catch the light" or something like that...can't remember exactly what he called it, but it involves shining a flashlight on the ground and telling the kids to step on it and then of course moving it to another spot the second their little feet make it to the light. Then he made it shine on the girls and told them in a frantic tone that the light was on them and of course the girls squealed and tried to get the light off of them. It was most entertaining.
We stayed for the fireworks and thought we had picked the perfect spot, which we did for fireworks viewing, but then there was Zeb. Not Zebadiah, just Zeb. Oh yeah, Zeb was a talker. A talker with only one descriptive in his vocabulary...that would be the F word. The fireworks there were the worst f...ing fireworks he had ever seen and he should have gone to Orville, because they have great fireworks there ~ way better than these f...ing fireworks. After about the 5th time of hearing this, I suggested that he f...ing leave. He didn't.
Then there was the girl from two doors down, not 3 Doors Down (as talker boy kept pointing out) and her friend who were trying in vain to master the art of bantering.
Zeb is 29 years old, never been married, no girlfriend, and no kids (that he knows of...). At one point, Zeb proposed the idea that perhaps his parents were doing acid when they had him...sure would explain a lot. He really should have gone to Orville.
Another great 4th of July celebration with Vic and Amy as the hosts with the most! They made sure that we were well tended to, starting with offering us water or vodka....we chose water. Every possible effort was made for us to be happy. Once again ~ felt kinda like a rock star.
We did our best with "Bye, Bye Blackbird" to make Mary Lou happy and Mudcat also sang "Crazy" for her.
The Miley Cyrus tribute band didn't get to play, because we thought those little girls would be bold like last year and just come on up to sing and they thought we were going to announce them. They looked all hurt when we were tearing down and one of the girls asked "what about our group?". If it weren't for the fact that we were under the gun to get packed up before the fireworks started, we would have had them come up and do a couple of songs with their official Miley Cyrus guitars. Hey, you can't play her stuff on just any guitar.
It was dark by the time we got everything packed up and Jake decided to use that opportunity to revive one of his childhood games of "catch the light" or something like that...can't remember exactly what he called it, but it involves shining a flashlight on the ground and telling the kids to step on it and then of course moving it to another spot the second their little feet make it to the light. Then he made it shine on the girls and told them in a frantic tone that the light was on them and of course the girls squealed and tried to get the light off of them. It was most entertaining.
We stayed for the fireworks and thought we had picked the perfect spot, which we did for fireworks viewing, but then there was Zeb. Not Zebadiah, just Zeb. Oh yeah, Zeb was a talker. A talker with only one descriptive in his vocabulary...that would be the F word. The fireworks there were the worst f...ing fireworks he had ever seen and he should have gone to Orville, because they have great fireworks there ~ way better than these f...ing fireworks. After about the 5th time of hearing this, I suggested that he f...ing leave. He didn't.
Then there was the girl from two doors down, not 3 Doors Down (as talker boy kept pointing out) and her friend who were trying in vain to master the art of bantering.
Zeb is 29 years old, never been married, no girlfriend, and no kids (that he knows of...). At one point, Zeb proposed the idea that perhaps his parents were doing acid when they had him...sure would explain a lot. He really should have gone to Orville.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
6/27 - Jackalope
This time the back "wall" (folding glass doors) of the patio was open as well as both side garage type doors, but the weirdest thing was that it was stuffy in there even though we were technically outside. Maybe because the ceiling fan was off and the air was just stuck in there, maybe because the place was packed with an extra table added in so that we were only about 2 feet away from the person sitting at the front table. Whatever the reason, we were warm.
When we came back from our break, I asked one of the servers if she would have their music turned off so that we could start again. She made that happen, but it came back on after a couple songs into that set. Trying to do our music at the same time their music was playing completely unnerved me...I felt like I had to pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time, while holding a tambourine in one hand and the maracas in the other. So, I just stopped in the middle (actually didn't even make it to the middle) of "Gold Dust Woman". Because I was already way too warm and feeling way too closed in when the music competition started, I got cranky and that's not good for anybody. Apparently that server chick got a pretty good sense of my crankiness and she apologized profusely, then scurried off to remedy things before I snapped.
But we got to see the heron again (I'm choosing to believe that it's the same guy each time) and a lovely sunset. There were no broken guitar strings, and Jake's guitar and I remained separate from each other this time. And I got a new toy ~ a cabasa (not to be confused with a Polish sausage), which is quite a lot of fun! So, it wasn't a completely annoying gig after all.
This time the back "wall" (folding glass doors) of the patio was open as well as both side garage type doors, but the weirdest thing was that it was stuffy in there even though we were technically outside. Maybe because the ceiling fan was off and the air was just stuck in there, maybe because the place was packed with an extra table added in so that we were only about 2 feet away from the person sitting at the front table. Whatever the reason, we were warm.
When we came back from our break, I asked one of the servers if she would have their music turned off so that we could start again. She made that happen, but it came back on after a couple songs into that set. Trying to do our music at the same time their music was playing completely unnerved me...I felt like I had to pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time, while holding a tambourine in one hand and the maracas in the other. So, I just stopped in the middle (actually didn't even make it to the middle) of "Gold Dust Woman". Because I was already way too warm and feeling way too closed in when the music competition started, I got cranky and that's not good for anybody. Apparently that server chick got a pretty good sense of my crankiness and she apologized profusely, then scurried off to remedy things before I snapped.
But we got to see the heron again (I'm choosing to believe that it's the same guy each time) and a lovely sunset. There were no broken guitar strings, and Jake's guitar and I remained separate from each other this time. And I got a new toy ~ a cabasa (not to be confused with a Polish sausage), which is quite a lot of fun! So, it wasn't a completely annoying gig after all.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
3 gigs in 24 hours! Seriously. The Enclave on 6/19 then both the Skyway and Mojo's Coffee House on 6/20. Good thing we have over 250 songs in our repertoire so we didn't have to do cookie cutter gigs. Each one was unique. So, grab a big cup of coffee....it's gonna be a long post.
6/19 - Enclave
Thankfully, the changes that Timothy L. Vegas is making to the joint are not changing the Enclave feel...fresh coat of paint everywhere and the stage is now giant sized....we like that. The main change, which I think is a great idea is that they are now open until 3:00am on Friday and Saturday. So get your drunk asses over to the Enclave to sober up before you head home... providing that you're already in Willoughby.
Kayla sang back up on her favorite song ("If I Only Had A Brain") and we changed "Layla" to "Kayla" just for her.
Our sketcher friend was there again. I really need to get the nerve up to ask him to look at his sketches during our breaks.
I'm hoping that the artwork that used to adorn the walls at the Enclave will be coming back once the paint is dry. We look forward to seeing what's new each time we're there.
Jake had a wee bit of a breakdown when he discovered that his favorite poster was gone, but don't worry....he'll be alright.
6/20 - Skyway
This was at the airport in Put-In-Bay (not on the runway, silly ~ at the bar) for a Browns' Backers charity rib cook off. Once those ribs got goin', the scents were just heavenly, but also somewhat torturous, because we had to wait until our break to have any.
While we were waiting to be let in to set up, Mudcat found a 4 leaf clover for me. How cool is that? I saved it to press when I got home, but it did not like being in the van in the blazing sun and it dried up. But don't you crafters worry your pretty little heads...I stuck it in a bowl of water when I eventually got back home and it took a while, but it rehydrated itself. Figured the worst that could happen is that it didn't work and I'd end up destroying it in the process and seein' how it was already to that point I gave it a shot.
We were scheduled to play from 11:00 - 3:00 and then another band was supposed to take over for the afternoon/evening. That band cancelled at the last minute and we were asked to play longer. We ended up playing longer, but only until 4:15, because we had to catch the ferry back in order to make it to the Mojo's Coffee House gig. Well, Mudcat and I took the ferry back....Jake flew back in the Project Mojo Corporate Plane with Col. Smoker, who's entrance could have been scripted. While we were making announcements of 50/50 raffles, Col. Smoker (a.k.a. Jake's dad) made his entrance, so Mudcat announced that too.
Rod Hood and Felix Wright were there to sign autographs and mingle. A couple of Pittsburgh players made their appearance too and remarkably, no blood was shed. Jake changed the lyrics of "down by the river, I shot my baby" to "down by the river, I shot a Steeler" and I think the Dawgs appreciated it. Oh, yeah ~ Dawg Pound Mike was there and also the Dawg Bone Lady...see~
This Mojo is so savagely Caucasian that by the time 4:15 rolled around you couldn't tell where my red shirt ended and my skin began (and that was with SPF50 sunblock). Yeah, I got a little crispy, but the good thing was that the weather did a complete turn around from the morning, otherwise I don't know what they would have done or where they would have put everyone.
6/20 - Mojo's Coffee House
So, we make it back just in time to set up again. Oddly enough, Jake got there about 3 seconds after we did even though he flew back while we drove back, but he flew into Medina and had to drive back out and we just drove directly in from the ferry.
We were all so tired that we could barely see straight. I think that if Jake would have closed his eyes he would have fallen asleep standing up.
Betty and her crew were at this gig, so that was a nice treat for us (hopefully for them too).
And Don was back and stayed for the duration. It was nice to see him again.
It was a pretty uneventful gig or if it wasn't I was just way too tired to either care or remember.
So, there ya have it ~ a Mojo marathon.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
6/13 - Crabby Joe's
What a great place for a gig! The water's edge, under a spacious canape and on a stage. We felt like rock stars (well, one of us did).
Everyone seemed to like us with the singing along and the tips, not to mention the manager telling us that we sounded great. I think those are pretty good indications that we did alright.
Apparently some boys on Pooh Bear's fishing charter did alright too. Hey, I didn't make up the name. If I had it would have been something fishy....Anyway, when they came back in from their excursion the head Pooh Bear took their cooler of fish and proceeded to hang the fish on the display board for the charter and then took the boys' picture with the hanging fish. Yeah, I don't think the people who were eating at the time enjoyed that as much as the boys who caught the fish did. Kind of made me rethink having the walleye, but I had it anyway.
We got to see some Canadians out for a family jaunt. As in geese, not people. The wee ones were so cute, all fluffy and waddling around. The teenage Canadians...not so cute. Their gangling selves looked like they had no desire to be seen with mom and dad, let alone their younger siblings. Gosh, sounds like us. Anyway, they wandered around while mom scolded us (we were there first) and then went back into the water.
There were also 2 swans (although one of us thought they were ducks). They were absolutely beautiful, but they kept their distance from us. At least they didn't scold us.
And then the sun set....enter mayflies into the Project Mojo equation (3 mojos + 8 billion mayflies = 1 messed up mojo). Pretty sure that Jake will not become an entomologist.
Everything was fine while it was still daylight, they just sort of milled about. But after the sun set they gravitated toward the lights (specifically our lights on stage). Thankfully we were just about finished. Mudcat ended up looking like one of those statues with birds all over it. He was covered in mayflies along with his guitar and his mic stand. One mayfly became a part of Mud's guitar during one of his songs. It was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it lived a full life (considering their life span is only 24-ish hours).
They ended up turning off the lights inside the bar to try to keep the mayflies out. Thankfully, they didn't close the big overhead door to keep us out.
What a great place for a gig! The water's edge, under a spacious canape and on a stage. We felt like rock stars (well, one of us did).
Everyone seemed to like us with the singing along and the tips, not to mention the manager telling us that we sounded great. I think those are pretty good indications that we did alright.
Apparently some boys on Pooh Bear's fishing charter did alright too. Hey, I didn't make up the name. If I had it would have been something fishy....Anyway, when they came back in from their excursion the head Pooh Bear took their cooler of fish and proceeded to hang the fish on the display board for the charter and then took the boys' picture with the hanging fish. Yeah, I don't think the people who were eating at the time enjoyed that as much as the boys who caught the fish did. Kind of made me rethink having the walleye, but I had it anyway.
We got to see some Canadians out for a family jaunt. As in geese, not people. The wee ones were so cute, all fluffy and waddling around. The teenage Canadians...not so cute. Their gangling selves looked like they had no desire to be seen with mom and dad, let alone their younger siblings. Gosh, sounds like us. Anyway, they wandered around while mom scolded us (we were there first) and then went back into the water.
There were also 2 swans (although one of us thought they were ducks). They were absolutely beautiful, but they kept their distance from us. At least they didn't scold us.
And then the sun set....enter mayflies into the Project Mojo equation (3 mojos + 8 billion mayflies = 1 messed up mojo). Pretty sure that Jake will not become an entomologist.
Everything was fine while it was still daylight, they just sort of milled about. But after the sun set they gravitated toward the lights (specifically our lights on stage). Thankfully we were just about finished. Mudcat ended up looking like one of those statues with birds all over it. He was covered in mayflies along with his guitar and his mic stand. One mayfly became a part of Mud's guitar during one of his songs. It was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it lived a full life (considering their life span is only 24-ish hours).
They ended up turning off the lights inside the bar to try to keep the mayflies out. Thankfully, they didn't close the big overhead door to keep us out.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
6/12 - Jackalope
This was a patio-ish gig. Their main patio area is all enclosed with glass panels for the back wall and glass garage type doors on each end that were open, so it was pretty much like being outside. The side patio was all open and what a lovely view...
This was a patio-ish gig. Their main patio area is all enclosed with glass panels for the back wall and glass garage type doors on each end that were open, so it was pretty much like being outside. The side patio was all open and what a lovely view...
Lake Erie isn't so eerie is it?
We also got to see a heron just hangin' out on the pier until he took off to find another spot to roost. I think a heron in flight is as close to seeing a pterodactyl as we'll ever get.
Now on to more important stuff ~ food. Their desserts looked absolutely scrumptious. Jake and I wanted to be dessert judges in the worst way. I also wanted to get one of each to take home. Maybe the next time we play there (that would be Sat, June 27th from 9:00 - midnight) I can work out some sort of trade....kinda like "will work for food". Hey, the worst they can say is no.
We had a pretty steady crowd and everyone seemed to enjoy the music. That's always a plus. There was a group dining inside who came out to finish their drinks and sing and dance. They were a lot of fun. My favorite thing about them was the girl who requested "Mercedes Benz" and sang the line "I wait for delivery" as "I work for deliverance".
There's something about Jake's guitar....this time I didn't touch it, but somehow got myself hooked on it. Kinda like hooked on phonics, but different. The deliverance girl had to free me. How fitting.
Jake had his first (and I'm sure he hopes his last) encounter with midges, although the amount at the Jackalope paled in comparison to the ones at the Red House.
Ooh, and there were magic fairies flying around. Fine then, they weren't really magic and/or fairies...just some sort of cotton like puffs from the trees. But isn't it way more fun to picture magic fairies than cotton like tree puffs?
They have a really cute play area that looks like a boat. Of course, I wanted to go play on it and Jake being the mature one (well, compared to me that's not saying much) scoffed at my idea and asked me if I didn't think that was being a little bit childish. It's being child-like, not child-ish.
Remember that you can't do anything about getting older, just don't ever get old.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
5/29 - Scorekeepers
It's a patio gig and the sun is blazing hot, so we set up and sweat through it....for a while.
But let's back up to how it all started with bad omens ~
The guy who booked us wasn't in yet and no one else seemed to know what to do with us. So, Mudcat waited it out until a phone call was made to give us clearance to proceed. Maybe these people should be working for Home Land Security or Border Patrol.
We get all set up and we're ready to start and a string on Jake's guitar breaks. I swear I had nothing to do with it.
The bartender tells us that every day for the past 3 days she's been scheduled outside and every day for the past 3 days the weather forecast made no mention of rain and every day for the past 3 days it's poured down rain.
Enough bad omens for ya? Here's what happened ~
There's a fundraiser going on inside for Shelly, who has breast cancer so we had a lot of people coming out to hear us and then going back in to hear the DJ announce someone else's ticket number as a winner.
While they're outside listening to us, I start to notice that most everyone is looking up at the sky and pointing. Of course I had to turn around and look up too and I saw that the sky had turned most angry indeed. It certainly took the mystery out of why it stopped being so blazing hot.
Then we feel a couple of rain drops...no big deal. Then we hear some claps of thunder...no big deal. Then the lightning...starting to be a deal. Then we found out just how angry the sky really was. We're talking no amount of anger management could have helped.
I tried to grab an umbrella from one of the tables, but couldn't budge it. The boys tried to help and it still wouldn't budge. Then one guy who was making his way inside stopped and suggested that we move the table over...the edge of the umbrella was under the overhang. In our defense, we're musicians not engineers.
So now we're the only ones still on the patio, stuck under the umbrella with all the equipment scootched into a jumble, the rain is coming down in a torrent, the thunder and lightning are putting on quite an audio/visual show and Mudcat turns into Carl Spackler and announces that the heavy stuff won't be coming down for a while.
Jake is appointed "runner" to get the equipment inside. He became instantly drenched. Eventually, Mudcat helps him and he becomes instantly drenched. I played the girl card and stayed under the umbrella (hey, one of us had to hold it up and since I was still dry it seemed like the logical choice).
Now comes the task of de-jumbling all the equipment and drying everything off with the towels that Mudcat has in his Mojo survival kit. He must have been a boy scout, because he's always prepared, although I think adding a canape to the mix for future outdoor gigs might just earn him a merit badge.
Betty came to Jake's rescue with more dry towels and dry clothes and Mudcat took one of our Project Mojo t-shirts to change into, but both boys were still soaked.
Just then, Joan shows up to hear us play. Great timing girlie. Had a barley soda with her and chatted for a bit while trying to help dry stuff off and re-organize.
And because the fundraiser peeps had their very own DJ we were sent home, but not before he called a winning ticket number and the girl who had that ticket came up to us to turn it in for her prize. Have another beer.
It's a patio gig and the sun is blazing hot, so we set up and sweat through it....for a while.
But let's back up to how it all started with bad omens ~
The guy who booked us wasn't in yet and no one else seemed to know what to do with us. So, Mudcat waited it out until a phone call was made to give us clearance to proceed. Maybe these people should be working for Home Land Security or Border Patrol.
We get all set up and we're ready to start and a string on Jake's guitar breaks. I swear I had nothing to do with it.
The bartender tells us that every day for the past 3 days she's been scheduled outside and every day for the past 3 days the weather forecast made no mention of rain and every day for the past 3 days it's poured down rain.
Enough bad omens for ya? Here's what happened ~
There's a fundraiser going on inside for Shelly, who has breast cancer so we had a lot of people coming out to hear us and then going back in to hear the DJ announce someone else's ticket number as a winner.
While they're outside listening to us, I start to notice that most everyone is looking up at the sky and pointing. Of course I had to turn around and look up too and I saw that the sky had turned most angry indeed. It certainly took the mystery out of why it stopped being so blazing hot.
Then we feel a couple of rain drops...no big deal. Then we hear some claps of thunder...no big deal. Then the lightning...starting to be a deal. Then we found out just how angry the sky really was. We're talking no amount of anger management could have helped.
I tried to grab an umbrella from one of the tables, but couldn't budge it. The boys tried to help and it still wouldn't budge. Then one guy who was making his way inside stopped and suggested that we move the table over...the edge of the umbrella was under the overhang. In our defense, we're musicians not engineers.
So now we're the only ones still on the patio, stuck under the umbrella with all the equipment scootched into a jumble, the rain is coming down in a torrent, the thunder and lightning are putting on quite an audio/visual show and Mudcat turns into Carl Spackler and announces that the heavy stuff won't be coming down for a while.
Jake is appointed "runner" to get the equipment inside. He became instantly drenched. Eventually, Mudcat helps him and he becomes instantly drenched. I played the girl card and stayed under the umbrella (hey, one of us had to hold it up and since I was still dry it seemed like the logical choice).
Now comes the task of de-jumbling all the equipment and drying everything off with the towels that Mudcat has in his Mojo survival kit. He must have been a boy scout, because he's always prepared, although I think adding a canape to the mix for future outdoor gigs might just earn him a merit badge.
Betty came to Jake's rescue with more dry towels and dry clothes and Mudcat took one of our Project Mojo t-shirts to change into, but both boys were still soaked.
Just then, Joan shows up to hear us play. Great timing girlie. Had a barley soda with her and chatted for a bit while trying to help dry stuff off and re-organize.
And because the fundraiser peeps had their very own DJ we were sent home, but not before he called a winning ticket number and the girl who had that ticket came up to us to turn it in for her prize. Have another beer.
Monday, June 1, 2009
5/24 - The Treehouse
This was a patio gig, but the TV's were all inside (stupid, stupid, stupid basketball). And apparently there were no smokers there or they decided to quit cold turkey. I take that back, we did see about 4 tables worth of smokers on the patio....as we were driving away.
We did have some supporters, though. There was a couple who stayed longer than their dogs at home would have liked and there was a girl who was walking home from dropping her car off at the garage and heard us, so she decided to stop in for a bit.
I'm thinkin' that because it was Memorial Day weekend, the Cavs were playing and it was just a wee bit cool for hangin' out on the patio with no heaters, oh yeah and the Greek festival was going on down the street AND the Taste Of Cleveland was happening, we really did okay with the number of people who were there.
A lot of people stopped on the street (sidewalk) to listen to a few songs before moving on, even from the other side of the street. The best part was when Jake went to investigate. He went across the street, sat down on the church steps (see mom, your son does go to church!) and came back to report that it sounded pretty much the same from across the street as it did up close and personal. That BOSE system is pretty great.
Almost forgot about the people in the adjoining patio who were enjoying a spirited game of corn hole. One of their players came up to sing. She and Jake did a duet.
So, everything is going along all fine and well and we see a helicopter circling above and circling and circling some more. It also seemed that we were in the very middle of that circle. I was beginning to think that ASCAP is a pretty serious business or that Mark and Little Pat were somewhere close by.
This was a patio gig, but the TV's were all inside (stupid, stupid, stupid basketball). And apparently there were no smokers there or they decided to quit cold turkey. I take that back, we did see about 4 tables worth of smokers on the patio....as we were driving away.
We did have some supporters, though. There was a couple who stayed longer than their dogs at home would have liked and there was a girl who was walking home from dropping her car off at the garage and heard us, so she decided to stop in for a bit.
I'm thinkin' that because it was Memorial Day weekend, the Cavs were playing and it was just a wee bit cool for hangin' out on the patio with no heaters, oh yeah and the Greek festival was going on down the street AND the Taste Of Cleveland was happening, we really did okay with the number of people who were there.
A lot of people stopped on the street (sidewalk) to listen to a few songs before moving on, even from the other side of the street. The best part was when Jake went to investigate. He went across the street, sat down on the church steps (see mom, your son does go to church!) and came back to report that it sounded pretty much the same from across the street as it did up close and personal. That BOSE system is pretty great.
Almost forgot about the people in the adjoining patio who were enjoying a spirited game of corn hole. One of their players came up to sing. She and Jake did a duet.
So, everything is going along all fine and well and we see a helicopter circling above and circling and circling some more. It also seemed that we were in the very middle of that circle. I was beginning to think that ASCAP is a pretty serious business or that Mark and Little Pat were somewhere close by.
Friday, May 29, 2009
5/22 - Glenwillow Grille
Despite the Cavs requiring everyone's attention, we still pulled off a pretty good gig. Apparently Cavs fans can multi task, because they seemed to be paying attention to us as well (and not just during the commercials).
And here's a wee bit of history for you ~ the building that houses the Glenwillow Grille was the general store for Austin Powder. Not Austin Powers...Austin Powder (the gun powder guy).
Mike (the owner) was able to keep the original woodwork and the wood walls. I wonder if old Austin ever played the guitar out on the porch...
We made a new friend. Karla, with a K (she was very, very specific about that). I couldn't quite get the importance of our knowing how to spell her name. I almost felt obligated to write her a note. Almost.
And now I think I know why our Last Call friends are thusly named. It's not because they stick around until last call, it's because they don't get there until then. Lighten up Francis, I'm just yuckin'.
Despite the Cavs requiring everyone's attention, we still pulled off a pretty good gig. Apparently Cavs fans can multi task, because they seemed to be paying attention to us as well (and not just during the commercials).
And here's a wee bit of history for you ~ the building that houses the Glenwillow Grille was the general store for Austin Powder. Not Austin Powers...Austin Powder (the gun powder guy).
Mike (the owner) was able to keep the original woodwork and the wood walls. I wonder if old Austin ever played the guitar out on the porch...
We made a new friend. Karla, with a K (she was very, very specific about that). I couldn't quite get the importance of our knowing how to spell her name. I almost felt obligated to write her a note. Almost.
And now I think I know why our Last Call friends are thusly named. It's not because they stick around until last call, it's because they don't get there until then. Lighten up Francis, I'm just yuckin'.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
5/16 - Mojo's Coffee House
It was the Mojos at Mojo's...pretty clever, huh? Well, I was there too, but I was the one taking the picture. Of course I couldn't have thought to have Betty take the picture before she left. Oh well, it's always something.
And Betty brought a crew. THANK YOU! Grandma Jake was there too. Very nice to have you all.
Although it was nice to have all of you there, the highlight of the evening had to be when we met Don King from The Outsiders ("Time Won't Let Me"). I'm calling it my brush with greatness. He's a very nice man and he's working on a documentary about Cleveland bands. Looking forward to seeing that. Don said that he plans to have it out by Christmas, so keep your eyeballs pealed for that as well as Santa.
Oh, I know what else ~ there's a book shelf at Mojo's where you can leave a book and take a book. I wanted to take a book on the honor system that I'd bring one later, but I controlled my own self (well, Jake helped too). The book was called Mojo and it was all about music. Now, don't you think that Jake should have let me take it? Fine then. I suppose it is appropriate for them to have it there.
Ooh....and Mojo's (the coffee house, not the book or us)makes some pretty kick ass peanut butter cookies!
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