Hello reader, the following events took place on December 10th 2006.  This date marked our pilgrimmage to the Vogue Theatre in Indianapolis to witness a meeting of a few of our favorite artists;  John Scofield joined by Medeski, Martin, and Wood.  The main words to describe the evening would have to be, "admiration" and "silliness".  Let's start with the admiration.  
Pretty much the day began with the usual preparation required for a small road trip.  We packed some necessaties, mapquested everything, made sure we had our tickets, and Rob put new windshield washer fluid in his car.  Oil was almost added as well, but it was determined he didn't need it.  Said oil is still sitting in his trunk.  Moving on...... the only forseeable problem was that Danny hadn't purchased a ticket.  Not much of a concern at first since we figured he could just get one at the door......but then we found out they were sold out.  Now it's usually not a big deal to go to a show and find a ticket scalper so once again, we put our fears to rest and proceeded to hit the road in search of good music and good times.  We preped for the show on the ride over listening to the new Medeski, Scofield, Martin, and Wood album...which is freaking sweet.  Anyway, we made good time, checked into our hotel, and called a cab.  So the cab driver......wow, this guy was fu#*ing insane!  He did his duty and got us to that theatre quick!  Although in retrospect, the way he sped, darted in and out of traffic, and almost killed us was kind of artistic.  His name was Joe and he will reappear later in the story.  So remember what we said about you can usually find a scalper........wrong.   First thing we see are signs with, "need tickets" written all over them.  At which point Chris looks at Danny and says, "I don't think you're getting in."  So as Danny searches for a ticket, the rest of us head inside to plow our way to the front of the stage.....which we did....the Coyotes don't take no mess bitches.  So the show began, and here's where the admiration part really comes in.   These guys are phenomenal musicians.  The amount of control, chops, and musical telepathy they command is incredible.  Aside from the hoots, hollers, "HELL YEAH's", and clapping....we were otherwise speechless.  This was all great, but one of the best moments of the night was when Josh happened to turn around to find noneother than Danny "Taxi Sax" Sauers standing right behind him.  At which point the rest of us turned around and exchanged gasps of, "How the hell did you make it in here?!"  To make a long story short (because this is already getting kind of long) Danny apparently first went and chilled at a local bar, then came back and offered the door guy some money to let him in at some point during the show.  Unfortunately the door guy refused and Danny, never the one to be discouraged, made his way to the back of the theatre by the loading doors.  He then chose to just stand outside and listen.  However, he couldn't help but be taken over by his desire to witness the badasses making these beautiful sounds.  Being truly instictive, he noticed one loading door cracked open and made his way into the theatre and passed the huge security gaurd who was standing by the door most of the night.  Yet another point of admiration.  Mr. Sauers we salute you, anybody else would've been caught trying to sneak into that place.  So with all the Coyotes finally inside; Josh, Rob, and Chris could enjoy the rest of the show guilt free without worrying about Danny being outside.....and there was much rejoicing.  Now we move on to the silliness.
After the show, we retreated to the bar where Danny had spent the beginning of the evening.  Many Newcastle's and Jaeger shots later, it was time to call a cab.  Who else, but Joe our trusty cabby from earlier.  One mistake was that he mentioned he was no longer in his cab, but in his personal Celica.....and we chose to ride with him anyway.  Five guys squeezing into this thing, four of them trashed, and a couple of them of substantial girth......made for a cramped ride back to the hotel.  But we made it there, gave Joe our fond fairwells and a mamma jamma of a tip, and stumbled inside.  The rest of the night consisted of more shots, the White Album, Danny falling into a table, Chris putting together an air matress at 4AM, Doritos, and a few Kung Fu moves.  But we survived and the good music and good times we set out for were definately realized.  Once again we give our admiration to the awesome musicians we witnessed, give our gratitude to the hotel staff for cleaning up after our silliness, and tip our hat once again to Danny for his complete use of stealth and instict........still can't believe you snuck into that motherfucker.

Peace and much love,
Romeo Champagne and the Howlin' Coyotes