Plans are funny little things...

So, for tonight I had this plan to go to the local bar / bowling alley (for those of you who have read my One and Only Smell post) there's another bar in town now where you can light up - and it has good ventilation.

So, I'm getting ready for my night out, the kids' mom is coming over to manage things, and i'm going to go see the Silent Sevens, have a beer or two, do some skank dancin', and generally have a good time.

I planned to meet my friend Steve and hang out for a couple of hours before the show - so, just before I'm ready to leave the phone rings, and it's Steve asking me if I think we can play for 20 minutes during the Sevens' set break - the scheduled opening band didn't show, and so...

After not having practiced with Steve for more than six months, having less than 2 hours to prepare, and spending much of that time fighting with my old Les Paul, which is having some intonation issues - we showed up and did it.

The two of us - me on a borrowed guitar and piano, and Steve on the band's drums, we played for exactly an hour - I had to do all the talking, because the drummer wasn't mic'd - and we just made it up as we went along - they didn't throw any food or beer bottles at us, and I got a 1$ tip from some drunk guy in the audience who perservered through the crowd, almost wiping out a table, to throw the money on the piano I was playing at the time.

I'm too tired to worry about the pictures - I don't think they turned out well, and I don't really care - I had a completely unplanned BLAST tonight - and just thought I'd tell you all.

Goodnight.

Namaste
-b