Back in Houston. Next leg of the crap-shoot tour of cities and shows picks up in Dallas. Prior to that I'll be crashing someone's home to see Anders and Will Johnson MELT SOME DAMN FACES this week.
Had SUCH a good time in St Louis; made some new friends in the bizz - got to reconnect with some delightful gal-pals, and of course enjoyed the face-melting, Porkchop rock! They indeed rocked so hard as to compromise the structure of the building, which is obviously a sign that somethin' kick-ass was happening at City Club.
Was going to say I woulda loved to have been a fly on the wall that night....but it sounds like I might have wound up ROCKED off the wall and into an alcoholic beverage.
dEvRoNiKa wrote:
Appetizers = vodka tonics
Dinner = beer
my Brian crush has tripled!
Well, that explains that.
The cobblestones stayed clean, but, we rocked 10% of the back wall into our amps and drinks.
At the end, our amps literally looked like they'd been riding in the back of a dump truck, and our drinks had mud in the bottom.
9 more shows there, and the walls come tumblin' down.
"Is there a tuckpointer in the house?" (And you KNOW there is...)
Brian
Neverwonagrammy wrote:The City Club, where there is NEVER a cover!
No cover, Quizno's sandwiches, other people's songs done by a band who are playing together for the FIRST TIME tonight, with NO rehearsal, Creston AND Bonanzinga guitars, quaintness in every direction once you step outside the bar... I ask you, what could possibly be better than this?
I'm leaving my house right now, 'cause I can't wait even one second longer.
WOOHOO!!!
Brian
ps: I LOVE Brian and Janet. I might have done a couple of numbers with the band. Not sure. Also: trashpicker Creston in full effect!!
The City Club, where there is NEVER a cover!
No cover, Quizno's sandwiches, other people's songs done by a band who are playing together for the FIRST TIME tonight, with NO rehearsal, Creston AND Bonanzinga guitars, quaintness in every direction once you step outside the bar... I ask you, what could possibly be better than this?
I'm leaving my house right now, 'cause I can't wait even one second longer.
WOOHOO!!!
Brian
Neverwonagrammy wrote:I'm playing THE Creston tonight.
Trashpicker.
I know it's a special night, they're MOVING THE POOL TABLE!
I heard rumors of Quizno's party sandwiches.
God bless us every one.
C U Soon,
Brian
Be there at 8. Is there a list that I'm OBVIOUSLY on or a cover?
Tee hee. Creston representin', holla!!
I'm playing THE Creston tonight.
Trashpicker.
I know it's a special night, they're MOVING THE POOL TABLE!
I heard rumors of Quizno's party sandwiches.
God bless us every one.
C U Soon,
Brian
Neverwonagrammy wrote:Dev,
If'n you DO show up, make SURE you introduce yo'self, 'cause I'll never recognize you amidst the smoke, drunks, and all the rock and roll that'll be flyin' around.
It's gonna be a "special" night at the City Club, I think they're gonna have food.
Enter that action at your own risk.
See if you can get a Dodge Challenger with the Hemi, so you can burn rubber on the cobblestones.
Neutralize some of the potpourri/kettle corn aroma of the neighborhood.
If you get an orange one, you could skid to a stop in front of the bar, and hop out through the window, and across the hood, Dukes Of Hazzard style.
I guar-an-damn-tee ya, if you did that, Jeff, the bar owner, wouldn't make you pay for a drink all night long...
Brian
Brian,
Oh, we're coming.
And guess what?
We're literally within damn WALKING DISTANCE of it (okay, not literally) - but VERY close. We are actually staying RIGHT down the road from there. It'll be myself and my partner-in-cosmetics-crime, Courtney.
Let me know if you'd like some airbrushed abs before your show.
EXCITING!
Playing a Creston tonight?
(yes yes yes)
If not, we may not come.
KIDDING!
We had dinner down there at Tony's last night and scoped out the scene (cobbles and all) and know where we're parking and walking to City Club. We'll be there. Hooray!
I'll be the one tired, overly made up and hopefully slightly buzzed for the event. We're working a man's world show today on our feet. Competing with a neighboring GUN SHOW, which is interesting.
Neverwonagrammy wrote:Dev,
If'n you DO show up, make SURE you introduce yo'self, 'cause I'll never recognize you amidst the smoke, drunks, and all the rock and roll that'll be flyin' around.
It's gonna be a "special" night at the City Club, I think they're gonna have food.
Enter that action at your own risk.
See if you can get a Dodge Challenger with the Hemi, so you can burn rubber on the cobblestones.
Neutralize some of the potpourri/kettle corn aroma of the neighborhood.
If you get an orange one, you could skid to a stop in front of the bar, and hop out through the window, and across the hood, Dukes Of Hazzard style.
I guar-an-damn-tee ya, if you did that, Jeff, the bar owner, wouldn't make you pay for a drink all night long...
Brian
Brian,
Oh, we're coming.
And guess what?
We're literally within damn WALKING DISTANCE of it (okay, not literally) - but VERY close. We are actually staying RIGHT down the road from there. It'll be myself and my partner-in-cosmetics-crime, Courtney.
Let me know if you'd like some airbrushed abs before your show.
EXCITING!
Dev,
If'n you DO show up, make SURE you introduce yo'self, 'cause I'll never recognize you amidst the smoke, drunks, and all the rock and roll that'll be flyin' around.
It's gonna be a "special" night at the City Club, I think they're gonna have food.
Enter that action at your own risk.
See if you can get a Dodge Challenger with the Hemi, so you can burn rubber on the cobblestones.
Neutralize some of the potpourri/kettle corn aroma of the neighborhood.
If you get an orange one, you could skid to a stop in front of the bar, and hop out through the window, and across the hood, Dukes Of Hazzard style.
I guar-an-damn-tee ya, if you did that, Jeff, the bar owner, wouldn't make you pay for a drink all night long...
Brian
It's a ways from St. Louis, probably 10-15 miles northwest, right off of Interstate 70.
Probably farther than you wanna go, but, always an interesting time.
The only dive bar on historic St. Charles Main Street.
A turd in the bowl of potpourri.
A total smoke-filled, beer swillin', freak-show kinda place, yet, you're never more than 20 paces from a scented candle, or some frilly, lace covered Teddy bear.
In front of the bar is where the smell of stale cigarettes and fresh kettle corn meet.
Street puking action is always a possibility here.
When it occurs, it's on cobblestones, and gets trekked through by horse drawn carriages.
There's a conveniently located Waffle House, and, a couple of all night casinos, right on your way back to St. Louis...
Brian
Brian,
I plan to attend!
I may be rockin' some awesome rental car - hopefully another GOLD Dodge Charger, like in Memphis, if I play my cards right.