Saturday, February 20, 2010

Dim Lights in Dank Joints? Ice Cold

Location: Northampton, MA Sierra Grille
Date: Thursday, February 18, 2010
Time: 9:21 pm

I pick up lovely jazz clarinet. No, it's not Mike Money. It's Oscar Peterson's combo with Pee Wee? No I'm not that lucky but it's still enjoyable. It really makes this restroom experience. I'm in the Sierra Grille where we are to play within a couple hours. I was just getting reintroductions. It's complicated playing and touring with a revolving cast; more specifically playing with an inconsistent band at home with other touring bands. I know I've seen some of these musicians before but I'm not sure if Peri has. I have to figure when she was in town and when it was that Sway played Bloomington. But once Peri remeets Lily she remembers. "I remember them being so cute!"

Everyone's very friendly. Apparently people have joined onto this show because they like what we're doing. That's quite flattering. We are certainly glad to be back. It's a real good feeling to meet people and have them warmly receive you, or even just acknowledge you with a smile. I can't wait to see Sway and Rusty Belle. I've seen Sway once before and have seen - Peri says, "Live Blogging!!" - Rusty Belle only on the internets, so I can't wait to experience them live.


We just played and Rusty Belle is performing right now. They're so tight. The sound is tops. Sort of a lazy zydeco with a bit of rock-ish bluegrass. They are impressive to see live. Certainly a must see. Currently they are riding on a tremendous groove. "No Sacrifice" Sway was great once again. Even better I'd say. Catie Rae's voice pairs so well with the music they make. And they're all exceedingly nice. I just exchanged a few choice words with Chris. So far in my musical career trading tour stories is still enjoyable and inciteful.

I just met a slew of wonderful folks while manning the merch table. One woman, let's call her Mandy, turned out to have lived in Indiana a few years and then decided to uproot and move back to her stomping grounds of New England. She only experienced West Lafeyette and Marion. I was sad to hear she did not experience the glory that is Bloomington. Come one, come all to such an inviting, inspiring town! is what I say when I'm intoxicated. Come on by, when I'm sober.

The night has grown long. Last call's been indicated by a flashing light. Rusty Belle lulls the crowd into a blissful goodbye. They pick it up by the end but I can't be shaken. That's all.

Who else,
Madd Dogg

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