Between a Rock and a Coffee Place

After the rehearsal for my cousin Brook's wedding, we repair to the rehearsal dinner/ blockparty/square dance. Pretty nifty. Pizza. Ice-cream. Bluegrass. I mingle with my family tree and then when the time is up, Gary & I scamper off to the venue for tonight's show--
ROCK BAR and Coffee Lovers Cafe. They can't seem to choose between the two: Coffee or ROCK , so they wave both banners, presumably the ROCK one at night, the COFFEE one in the day. Fair enough. It's a nice high-ceilinged space with an itty-bitty bar on one side, with a wall separating it from the couches and short-order kitchen/cafe on the other side. AH. SO. Hence the dual personality.

Even though we are in Portland, opening the show is another bay area band, CALLOW. Their music effortlessly walks the tightrope stretched between atmospheric rawness and carefully constructed arrangements...kind of like, rock-meets-coffee. We all enjoy! Then we play a nice long juicy set of our own. Our extra-special audience members include a sizable coterie of Eichler/Geffens and Andrew's long ago babysitter from when he was wee. Mindblowing. We do our best to entertain. And send out interesting contrasting vibes as befits the evening's running theme. Be aggressively groovy! Shuffle and groove along, but-- with an edge. YEahhhehjhhajehjgggggooooooood. Like that.

The important thing is, my mom really digs it.

MY MOMMY!