Our last two shows have been interesting. April 28 we played a local pizza joint, Rotolo's, and I thought it was a horrible gig. Listening back to the tape, we were OK, but none of us could hear anything and the sound guys were uh, yep. Anyway, lots of people who said they were coming didn't, which turned out to be a blessing for me. Lori's brother came down and said he enjoyed it, but I really didn't think we were at 100 %, and I'm being charitable. We did make it into the paper, with a nice picture taken in my practice space, Ol' Doc Jenkins' Woodshed, so some good came of it in the end, I suppose.
Last night, May 5, Cinco de Mayo, however, was a different story altogether. We were playing a little joint called Artmosphere in downtown Lafayette which is basically a house with a bar in it. Great atmosphere and very cozy. I have a ton of family in Lafayette, and they pretty much were all there, with the exception of a cousin or two. My friend Danny was there, which was great, and we rocked the house. We were dead on, and it felt spectacular. Once again, I was in that totally relaxed state and whatever I wanted to play I played effortlessly. My hands were bleeding when it was over, which is always a good sign.
Afterwards, we walked down the street to the Blue Moon, which is some kind of hostel/bar, where a great band was playing, the Weary Boys. Great crowd there, with lots of dancing, and hootin' and hollerin'. Lori was called the hottest woman on the planet by the most weaselly looking drunk guy I've ever seen. He was barely 5 feet tall, if that, and made Steve Buscemi look great by comparison. Good times.