I ran into bunches of people at the Light Rock Express show at The Big Top, some I’d seen every day for the last five, some I hadn’t seen in a while. Michael Wolner was one I hadn’t seen in a while. I was planning on getting home before 2am, but got invited back to his place for nice scotch, some snacks and engaging conversation. As usual, it was great.
-b
Most recent edition: the outside elephant, the elephant handle.
So, I’ve been hanging out at the big top the last two nights. Way too much. I’m sure I’ll be there again tonight, but not too long. There’s still a million little things to do there (and a couple of not so little things).
Last night the Light Rock Express played there. It was good, people enjoyed. I think it was a hair too loud, and I know they were trying to manage that. Time will tell if it works.
More of the crowd last night were people I don’t know – that’s a good sign.
Also, i get a lot of opinion from a lot of people about little things. I’d say about a third of them are contradictory. Oh, well. Can’t please all the people, all the time.
The biggest need right now: more chairs, more tables.
-b
I’m exhausted at the cellular level.
After 10 hours of work on the Big Top on saturday (trimmed out the windows on the doors, moved all the dead video games into Connie’s now vacant space, mounted three stools, and then… tore out the front of the building – brick, gigantic sheet glass, rotten wood, all gone). Then I stayed till 3am just enjoying and drinking, talking to Johnda about subtleties that would help the bartender work the bar.
This morning, sore muscles everywhere.
Still managed to get up and out of the house by 11am and get to the 23 mile mark of the marathon (in chilly, blustery weather) on my bike, to catch the tail enders. Allen Oldies band had wrapped only minutes before I got there, but we watched the runners for another 45 minutes or so.
Then Carrie’s after marathon party (left early).
Then Andrea’s b-day and a trip to Eda’s with the GreerHills and the Gordons in the cadillac limo. Grady Gaines. Packed house, we got there early and had sweet seats.
Time for bed.
I know I’ve said it before, but you weren’t listening.
All Songs Considered has their new 2004 preview out. Crank up your Real Player and enjoy.
If you don’t hear something you were unfamiliar with and enjoyed, I’ll buy you a beer next we meet!
-b
With nary a plan in sight for the weekend, it is always full, and yet there are many other things on my list i would have liked to do (soccer matches at Reliant, Carolyn Wonderland friday, party saturday, birthday celebration saturday…) but there’s only one of me. Continue reading
For those young un’s out there who weren’t out seeing live music in Houston in 1991 (When the likes of Banana Blender Surprise could be seen at Pig Live), there was a local band called The Missiles. They were best known for a song called Can’t get no respect from the Public News. Charlie, the singer/bassist was having a public war with the now defunct but once dominant entertainment weekly. (Charlie is now playing bass for Jesse Dayton)
But I recalled another song on their Atomic Fireball CD which, while written a while ago, is actually Sam‘s theme some. I Wanna be a Sex God.[mp3] Because that’s what being a Rock God is really all about. And it’s nice and guitar heavy, so I know he and Dekan will like it.
As a side note, Bob Hewett, John DeVenezia and I were at the CD release for this at Fitzgerald’s. We were thrashing about the floor, as we were want to do at the time. They had extra tables set a bit close to the stage. One woman was annoyed, I guess at the fact that we were enjoying the music in a way she wasn’t. John accidentally or deliberately, who’s to say, bumped her table. In two seconds she upended her bottle and was yelling at John. The bouncer came over from the top of the stairs in no time flat, and I’m thinking “great, we’re gonna get booted out of here for pissing off some friend/family of the band”. The bouncer grabbed her by the arm and said “let’s go lady”.
After the show he commented to us, “that woman handled that bottle like she was raised at Gilley’s.” Ahh, good times.
-b