Interesting Set

Sunday, Jul. 30, 2006 - 11:09 a.m.

Saturday was interesting at the bar.

The owner, Mona, had placed some wide blue gaffer's tape across the thermostat to prevent anybody from dithering with the temperature controls during the heat wave. Instead, she believes she is saving electricity by using several giant box fans and chow blowers to cool the place down. It isn't very much cooler, but wow, are the female patrons ever pleased to get out on the dance floor in front of the blower that's approximately the size of a monster truck tire. That thing is the horizontal equivalent of the Coney Island Upskirt, and has destroyed every single hairstyle in the place at least once.

Except Rocky. He uses goop in his hair. Oh, and Dave Kern, who has a crewcut right now.

Anyway, being the last Saturday of the month, there was a midnight buffet, and Bob Chance got word that the chicken hadn't seemed Quite Right when it was taken out of the fridge, so he and everybody else in the band didn't go near it, just for safety's sake. Instead, we tiptoed over to the Mobil station and purchased stuff that had been hermetically sealed.

I texted with John throughout the evening, and found out that some peckerhead back at home in the neighborhood had been setting off M-80s or somesuch, and causing the dogs to bark. At one in the morning, THANK you so much.

Bob Chance Jr showed up at the last minute and requested to sit in for the middle set. 'Dreams' is not one of the songs he's familiar with, but when Bob Sr. asked me up to sing it, Jr. didn't do a bad job at all. He didn't stay through the entire evening because he's usually an early riser, but it was nice to see him again.

Then Mona had a very special surprise. She said another group was coming in on Thursday, and that the band would be required to breakdown and remove their equipment from the stage instead of leaving it where it was all week like they usually do.

The last set prior to last call, I got up on stage again and made another attempt, with the Peggy Lee song, 'Fever', and my brains betrayed me and I had to use a cribsheet to recall the lyrics. Darn it.

During breakdown, while everybody was trying to literally get their s*it together, Bob Sr. locked his keys in the trunk. Kern squired him home to get a second set, so my goodbyes to them were hasty.

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We got the disassembled drum set into the car with some confoogling, and then back to Dave's and up the stairs and almost kind of stacked out of the major pathways, and later today, I am going to try and dust them.

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Later this afternoon, if the planets are properly aligned -- meaning if the moderate temperatures continue and Dave finishes work early enough, and I avoid my usual allergy onslaught, he's talking about going to the Costa Mesa IKEA, and I've been invited.

Other than that, it's been a pretty ordinary visit. I have to hand it to Dave and Charlie. They've gone out of their way to make me feel welcomed, and that I am a part of the household.

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Okay, that's it. Have a Sunday. I'm finally getting the hang of this Windows computer, at least the important things like, how to switch it on, and how to adjust the chair and whether the speakers work or not.

Oh, that reminds me. I showed Dave how to work iTunes. It was bundled with his most recent upgrade of Quicktime, and he was completely unfamiliar with it. But I showed him how to turn the radio function on, and how to work the visual controls.

I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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Okay, NOW I'm done.

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