Photo from a gig we played today.

[bluesbassman]

Was a biker get together. Blues, BBQ & Harleys, don't get much better than that. BTW, I'm the old guy on the right.

[HarveyDarkey]

1. You mean the guy on bass?

Who woulda thunk it?

[nolabear]

3. Jinx!!!

[nolabear]

2. You mean the one with the bass?

Go figure.

[bluesbassman]

4. I just assume everyone thinks I'm into fishing.

[Phentex]

5. Fun!

Where's the old guy?

[Callalily]

6. You are right, it can't

get any better than blues, BBQ and Harley's, although a little jazz would be a nice touch!

Did you get any photos of any Harley's? Just asking.

[bluesbassman]

12. Just one on my cellphone.

Should've took some more, but just didn't have the time.

[av8rdave]

7. Great shot!

Do you guys have anything posted so we can hear you?

[bluesbassman]

10. Thanks.

Not yet, we're working on a demo and I'll let you guys know when we get it posted.

[Scuba]

8. Watsonville must have loved it. Please send avocados.

Or antique roses.

[bluesbassman]

9. Strawberries and cauliflower harvesting right now.

I'll see what I can do about avacados.

[Scuba]

11. They were four for a quarter at the roadside stand last time I was there ....

... they're two bucks a pop here in Wisconsin, and not as nice.


Looking forward to hearing your demo.

[MiddleFingerMom]

13. One of the things I like about blues shows is that they're classless...

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... bikers share a common bond with folks who look like they came
straight from corporate headquarters. "Normal" social boundaries
dissolve.
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Very cool.
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You guys seem a bit overdressed for that kinda gig. Our first "show"
was a set at one of the frequent parties our drummer, Happy Sweaty
Jimmy, used to throw. We needed to see how people would react who
weren't necessarily CLOSE friends who wouldn't want to hurt our
feelings.
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We were all-original and couldn't figure out our "genre". People said
they heard Allman Bros and Grateful Dead influences -- and the one I
was most proud of -- Little Feat.
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Everyone was dressed kinda Deadhead grungy except me -- without
discussing it, I came out to front the band in a grey three-piece suit.
Halfway through the set, I announced to the crowd that I had awful
stage fright (I did... but only until we had been playing for about 10
seconds) and I had nightmares of being in front of a crowd in my
underwear -- and had decided to confront my fears.
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With that, I took off my pants, revealing the bright-red snowman-
and-Christmas-tree boxer shorts just given to me by my niece and
nephew. Much laughter, but our next practice, the band told me
that I had ONE and ONLY ONE rule to follow -- keep my pants on.
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My "wardrobe malfunction" notwithstanding, that set was a huge
success. We had rehearsed for two years without hitting a stage
and dammit... we were READY!!!
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Months later, we had a big bar gig and decided to invite the parents
of the band. Our rhythm player, who wrote much and arranged all
our music and setlists, approached me right before the show and
(knowing we were fairly raunchy onstage) suggested that, with the
parents there, I might want to watch my language for one night.
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I thought a short time and told him that I could follow ONE rule at
a time -- either keep my pants on or watch my language.
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I watched him actually give this serious consideration and then he
grinned broadly and said:
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"SAY WHAT YOU WANT!!!!!"
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At the very end of our opening song (which he wrote and decided
on as the opener), the closing lyrics were an a capella, "WHY
DON'T YOU EAT ME?!?!? WHY DON'T YOU EAT ME?!?!?
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It didn't hit me until JUST before I had to sing that. I looked over
at our rhythm player... and I don't believe I've EVER seen more of
a textbook example of "sheepish grinning" in my life.
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Good times.
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