Wow, was that a dream, or was that real? The band set up around 8pm, we start at 9 am when we play the House of Guinness. This is the bad part of the dream.. No, I didn't show up with just underpants, or forget my homework assignment, or leave my instruments at home, not one of those dreams. It goes like this: Per normal I'm running late, I'm the last one to show up. Everyone else is set up, and I try to cram my 50 items on stage. My mandolin has a broken string, and I have to repair my ridiculous mess of cables and equipment to support all the craziness I do. .............Now, I stand to get yelled at by the task master. (drummer) I'm late, and disorganized, but at least I'm sober. (maybe that is part of the problem, hmmmmmmmmmmm, WAIT, focus! ) okay, where was I. Oh, yeah.............. it is a ghost town. Scary dead. uuuughhh. Like, 10 people in the bar, I'm guessing not one of them (except Scott & Dawn's table) want to hear our noise. Bands hate playing to an empty bar! Okay, better grab a pint, and have a band huddle. We go back stage to talk, and we get the legal briefing from Tinker. Alright, who's getting sued today? --------ok, our lawyer asked me not to talk about it--------- Okay, band meeting over, time to go on stage, aaah, yes, I should have finished setting up my gear before leaving the stage. oops.
9:07 or so, we approach the stage. uhhhhh, guys............ hang on, let me connect a few wires here..........steam is rising from the drummer's head....... Eventually, we start to play, and the place just fills up on cue. By the end of the first set, the place was so full, people were standing in the hallway trying to take part in the silliness. 2 by 2, beautiful women filed in. Sometimes in groups of 4 or 5. Is this real? Ohh, yes, and of course we brought the eye candy. Patrick was playing guitar with us last night. He is always good for bring in a few hottie fans of his. We LOVE playing at our hometown bar..........behind the bar that is. Jason wasn't working, so I got to play behind the bar with my wireless accordion. Scott doesn't mind. I served a few drinks while playing 1 handed during a Steve Earle song. No big.
8 hours later, I woke up at home in my own bed. I tried to call Patrick to ask him if this was real. He didn't answer his phone. That's how I verified this wasn't a dream. Cuz if he actually answered his phone, I'd know this was a dream, because in real life, he NEVER answers his phone!
Want the number? It's 414- 607- I'll put the last 4 digits on an Ebay auction. (he loves Ebay) No worries, I don't think his phone actually works, so he won't mind me publishing the number.