the week end that was

the ride thing worked out, so i caught my buddy’s band. actually i know two of the guys since we were idiot kids in high school. i got there, grabbed some grub, and then moved into the band room where i saw the drumset sitting there. it was pink with hot green trim, and i immediately say to myself “what kind of limp wristed sissy boy plays that thing?”. my next thought was “i’m an ass”, and that that was inappropriate. if a limp wristed nancy pants wants to rock, let’em.

then the drummer shows up. she’s about 4’10″, and maybe 100lbs TOPS. facial piercings and most likely tatoos. so, i guess that answers that.

they kick off the first set with a rousing balls out rock number. only, it’s not quite there. it’s not bad, just not the pure adrenaline that i’m wanting (i play the same tune from time to time in rock jams). my gut reaction was “jesus christ, nut up or go home!”. at this point i can’t see the drums, and when i move in closer to the stage i remember that there’s a little pixie playing the kit. and to be honest, she’s banging away. she’s just not doing it like a full grown man, because she’s not full grown, and she’s not a man. once again i think that i might be an ass. but i think i can live with it.

oh well.

played a gig on top of the hill saturday, after the big Guntown parade. one of my barkeeps was at the parade, had a great time. after the parade he said he and his wife tried to get into two different bars, but you couldn’t get into the door. so, he finds a hole-in-the-wall spot off the beaten path and wanders in. they ask him where he’s from, and he tells them “Mt. Carmel”.

barkeep says “we don’t serve people from Mt. Carmel”. dead serious. won’t serve them. and it’s not like he’s part of a group of drunken marines, or ex-football players, or what have you. it’s him and his WIFE. like they’re going to start tearing the place up or something. heh.

the gig went well. the door money went to an MS charity. not sure what we raised, but i know it was a good crowd. raising money for charity by banging on the drums is WAY better than getting up early and doing a carwash or some such thing.

thank goodness for redundancy. during the gig a piece in my bass pedal snapped. but, since i’m working with a double pedal set-up, i was able to get things sorted and finish the gig no problem.

ran trivia tonight at the bar. the dude who hosts it has a blood pressure issue. it’s superHigh, and it’s wearing on his other parts (kidneys in particular). so, saturday he has a bit of an episode. no hospital time though. but, me being an ass, i ask him . . . .

Me: “Dude, if you go in and they keep you, do you have the questions written ahead of time, and can i get them?”

L: “yeah, they’re on the computer. it’s in the front room on the desk, you can’t miss it”

i know he keeps everything in a spiral bound notebook. has for over a year now. it’s not on a computer, it’s in a notebook. so i say . . .

“it’s all in that notebook, what the hell do you mean it’s on the computer?”

L: “goofball, the notebook is ON THE COMPUTER, in the front room, walk through the door and it’s right on the left!”

what can you say?

SWEET SIXTEEN – yay, the Big Red make it into the basketball Sweet 16 for the first time since . . . mmmm, perhaps the beginning of time?

the mens’ hockey team got a birth into the 16 team field that is the NCAA championship series. they won the ECAC tourney over the weekend. now, they’ll need a 4 game win streak. they’re a good team, but they aren’t a favorite even in their portion of the bracket.

the wrestling team (which is a sport that local folks keep an eye on) finished second in the nation. the sun seems to be shining