Well it was a very successful weekend from a TCB perspective. We sold out The Blank Club, and in general had an awesome show. We played a lot of newer songs (for us anyway), and Shel finally got to hear “Asleep.” Also in attendance were several friends I don’t see that often, so there was a good vibe in the room. I was stressing out leading up to this particular show, but it ended up being nothing and the whole thing went off without a hitch. And when all the dust had finally settled, I felt like a million bucks. Sing Blue Silver had a triumphant re-debut which included our own Nick. Most surprising was their singer, who is an uncanny sound-alike to Simon Le Bon. Well done!
My weekend continued with more live shows, including unexpectedly seeing a 10-piece soul band out of Santa Cruz called “The Inciters.” I imagine Colin would have dug it. The crowd there were the expected Northern-Soul-by-numbers types. Funny how that homogeneity really stands out when you look in at other scenes, but it’s harder to spot among “your own.” I suppose an outsider looking in on some rockabilly show would just see me as part of a sea of identical pomps and cuffed jeans. And for the most part, they’d be right.
I even got out on a Monday to see The Dirt Daubers, a bluegrass side project from Col. J.D. Wilkes of The Legendary Shack Shakers. I knew about the project and picked up the CD months ago, but I was blown away to see they were coming through town. They put on a very entertaining show, albeit pretty tame by Shack Shakers’ standards. Even they were surprised to see the big crowd on a Monday (and they said as much, indicating they were very happy to be in S.F. which was nice). Only problem was that much of the crowd were young hipsters, dancing inappropriately to the music with a verve that was clearly contrived. You could almost see them thinking “look how ironic I’m being! I’m at a bluegrass show!” I ran into Orlie there, and he pointed out that the lead singer from the Dead Kennedys was standing behind us. We met him briefly, which was cool… though I must confess that it didn’t mean much to me as I’m not what you might call a punk aficionado. I stuck around for a few songs from the headliner (Scott H. Biram), but I wasn’t feelin’ it so much, so I skedaddled.
Before I sign off, what is this fuss about Lost lately? It seems like so many people these days have shows they just have to watch every week. Somehow I never got on that train. The idea of a Tivo is just baffling to me. Really there aren’t any shows I watch regularly save for The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, and those aren’t the kind of shows that you have to see every episode of. I will admit to one guilty pleasure though. While I don’t watch it religiously, I’ll usually stop for Burn Notice when it’s on. Aside from it being deliciously clever and chock-full of spy trivia, it also stars Bruce Campbell himself. Me gusta!
I fear the man who drinks water and so remembers this morning what the rest of us said last night.
— Greek proverb