This is it - last night of our minicalitour , culminating at the Rubber Rose Mature Audience Stage at the San Diego Indie Music Fest. Yes, the "Mature" stage... At first (last year) we thought we’d be performing with Michael Bolton and Enya clones. Then we looked up the Rubber Rose, and it turns out to be SD’s version of Good Vibrations. Now we’re thinking some kind of latex clad go-go girls, or dominatrix performance art... who knows? Last year we got neither, and were slightly disappointed. This year, we finally realized how clueless we can be. Other than P’s occasional IPA, non of us are beer drinkers. It’s like we’ve had pavlovian conditioning, and any time there are signs for beer, they don’t register. Therefore, none of us really paid attention to the fact that the entrance to the Rubber Rose was through the festivals only "beer garden," where you have to be 21 to enter. Hence, the "mature audience." Sooo not-professional.

Alright, 2008. Rubber Rose. SDIMF. We were recognized by a few of the festival organizers, which is always nice - and a little surreal. The fantastic vox/DJ/keys trio Una enthralled the crowd with a rather challenging set, seeing that they had several technical difficulties and were following a punk band. A couple of bands had to drop out at the last minute, leaving us to close the night out for that stage- not an enviable time-slot for a satellite stage at an all-day festival, but oh well.

The crowd was attentive, and gave us a great response after each song, but ear fatigue seemed to be setting in, and we had a few trickling out at the same time. People seemed into it while they watched, and they waited till a song was over before they exited. No one was running out in the middle songs, throwing beer bottles over their shoulders, but it’s still dispiriting to lose an audience. On the plus side, we had the pleasure of meeting Kid Beyond in the green room beforehand, and he came by to catch the last half of our set before taking off to headline the main stage.

Now all that’s left is a mole at El Agave.

Can. Not. Wait.