A Roseville by any other name would smell as sweet

Across the Bay Bridge, east on 680, past Benicia, past Sacramento to Roseville go we with our mission--we go to rock. We arrive a bit too early at our destination: the strangely (for a nightclub) sweet smelling Owl CLub. We head over to the nearby pizzeria (a brightly lit establishment with an aroma Andrew praises and Gary damns with fainter praise) and indulge in various cheese and meat covered carbohydrates and a pleasantly ice-cold salad. Back at the club Andrew sets up his entire 7 piece kit completely filling the riser, so that he looms and almost hovers above Gary & me, his drums like a fancifully unwieldy (and loud) spider-spaceship-gameboy. The highlight of the set comes with the song "Emily" which is changed tonight to "Kimberly" in honor of our friend Kim ( in the house) who I inexplicably (and mortifyingly for me) addressed as "Emily" at the CD release party last week. Kim gets the joke, as does her partner Teresa ( of Local Honey- an awesome defunct Sacramento band soon to be replaced by her new project) and we would all agree...what's in a name? Kim by any other name would be Emily.