mooooooo....
Mar. 24th, 2002 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
p0tat0esLast night, I played a show in Bryant, Washington. Do you know where that is? It's near Mount Vernon, over halfway to Bellingham, almost half the way to Canada. Bryant doesn't have a post office. It has two fire stations, apparently, but no post office.
I, along with my band, played in an old country house with a wood stove for heat and a decrepit barn in the back.
At one point I walked outside and found myself face to face with a big brown and white heiffer. There was a fucking cow in the backyard.
The house is occupied by our singer's sister, Tara. She decided to have a pajama party and wanted her brother's band to play. And play we did. We played our set, and then played most of it again. We did funny versions and silly versions, and some really good versions that we all wish had been captured by some sort of recording medium.
At one point, some jocky guy from yonder pasture passed out and fell face first onto the deck. Unfortunately I did not witness this. The night wound down with Tim and I doing our best godheadSilo impersonation, spontaneously creating songs to serenade the remaining guests - who, I should add, were all passed out by this point.
This morning, I had the pleasure of doing breakfast at Willow & Jim's (something) Cafe, in scenic Silvana, Washington, with Bob (the bassist) and Tara. Bob was still in his pajamas and bathrobe from the night before. We got a few funny looks from the townies. We thought for sure that the Garth Brooks-meets-Corky from Life Goes On-lookin' guy was gonna keel us on account of Bob's appearance and demeanor. But alas, we escaped unscathed.
The food was good, but remind me not to go to Silvana again anytime soon.
I, along with my band, played in an old country house with a wood stove for heat and a decrepit barn in the back.
At one point I walked outside and found myself face to face with a big brown and white heiffer. There was a fucking cow in the backyard.
The house is occupied by our singer's sister, Tara. She decided to have a pajama party and wanted her brother's band to play. And play we did. We played our set, and then played most of it again. We did funny versions and silly versions, and some really good versions that we all wish had been captured by some sort of recording medium.
At one point, some jocky guy from yonder pasture passed out and fell face first onto the deck. Unfortunately I did not witness this. The night wound down with Tim and I doing our best godheadSilo impersonation, spontaneously creating songs to serenade the remaining guests - who, I should add, were all passed out by this point.
This morning, I had the pleasure of doing breakfast at Willow & Jim's (something) Cafe, in scenic Silvana, Washington, with Bob (the bassist) and Tara. Bob was still in his pajamas and bathrobe from the night before. We got a few funny looks from the townies. We thought for sure that the Garth Brooks-meets-Corky from Life Goes On-lookin' guy was gonna keel us on account of Bob's appearance and demeanor. But alas, we escaped unscathed.
The food was good, but remind me not to go to Silvana again anytime soon.
