coffeehouse blog posting? never before has this been done.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008 – 6:44 pmyep.
you guessed it.
i’m at a coffeehouse.
or coffee shop.
one that serves beer.
pitchers of beer.
pitchers of sweet, sweet, delicious beer.
next-day, painful, headache-inducing, crappy-food-cravings-causing, obnoxious beer.
at a coffeehouse!
… or coffee shop.
what have you.
that wasn’t a question, either.
so the masonic show this friday at club deville isn’t happening due to an ‘oopsy-daisy’ with booking agent.
no big whoop.
we still have shows the week of sxsw lined up.
right now, we have the hole in the wall on Friday, at 5pm.
day shows.
at the hole in the wall.
not my favorite place, but it should be a really good show.
oh sure, doug sahm and jerry jeff walker and van halen and yngwie malmsteen ALL owe their success to the hole in the wall.
as do vallejo, bob schneider, los lonely boys, willie nelson, amplified heat, todd rundgren, adolf hitler and scratch acid.
oh, and let’s not forget bill cosby, nolan ryan, and richard simmons.
the hole in the wall is akin to the bitter end in new york city.
i had the honor of playing there about 8 or 9 years ago with my friend, Cameron Dezen.
at the time, she had a couple of songs that required the use of a roland groovebox.
and i happily played that show at this venue behind and in front of murals of all the people who played there in a different age like bob dylan, jerry jeff, and so forth.
after the show, the older, heavier, stronger doorman was extremely upset with me.
he said something to the effect of ‘nobody uses a drum machine at the bitter end! nobody has ever done that here and nobody ever should!’
he continued to chastise me, but the whole time he was berating me, i couldn’t help but think:
‘wow, I’M the first person to bring a drum machine on that stage? THAT’S FUCKING AWESOME!’
so i had this dumb smirk on my face while he’s getting more and more upset with me for not acknowledging what a sacrilege i committed.
i have a feeling that only made him more angry.
anyhoo, i started to draw a mural of myself on the wall using my favorite media: sharpies and my own fecal matter.
i attempted to depict me having intercourse with the doorman’s biological mother while she fellated the roland groovebox, but i’m more of a musician than i am a visual artist, so i had to scratch it out and start over a couple of times.
and, oh sure, maybe i could have done it in a blank spot on the wall rather than over the painting of bob dylan.
hindsight is always 20/20.
but i grew my mustache and now i have to lie in it.
and that’s why we’re playing at the hole in the wall on Friday, March 14, 2008, at 5 pm.
so if you’re in town, COME ON OUT AND SEE US!
luv,
t