It was a tough night, and didnn't really hit its stride until it was almost done...
Whiting Tennis and El Grande Conquistador opened it up, but they never caught fire like they did the last time, maybe 'cos we started late or maybe 'cos we weren't sure exactly who was going to play until almost the second it happened. When I got there, we had no drummer lined up, we had 3 or 4 people making calls to 1-800-NEED-A-DRUMMER but they were booked, solid. Finally we lucked onto a kit, but no one to play it, at which time Mr Van Yserloo walked into the room, followed in short order by Mr Iverson, and - like that - a quorum was achieved.
But it was a slow-burn quorum, a smoldering quorum, a quorum that had seen its shadow and was on its way back to bed. The music was GORGEOUS in places, but stumbled and staggered and spat in between - and I have the tapes to prove it. After about a 1/2 hour of false but scintillating starts, JLB called a full-on change-up and kicked everyone (including himself) off the stage.
I took the guitar, Wes took the bass, Knute got on the drums (his first visit to Snoose Junction - and a long story in itself) and Diono from Ancestor Radio hit the congas (another first) and we played a set that went over real well but felt like an uphill jog on a hot day all the way.
Not sure what happened next - Danny played the bass and Joe Reno painted her picture, John Foss gave KP a birthday roast from the heart, N8 played the drums, Amy put the octopus hat on Iverson, then she took the mic and channelled an Indian shaman for 10 minutes, Spike took the mic but I couldn't hear what he said, and then
(it was as if the sun came out from behind a cloud)
there was this great jam from Chris Hogan (guitar), Evan Strauss (bass), Knute (drums), Foss (sing) and some mandolin player from Tennessee? It coulda gone on for hours, and then it stopped