After A fine Friday night spent with James and Ginny, doing things not proper to speak of in polite society such as this, I awoke along with Amy and began preparing to leave town. Head once again down to San Diego from Los Angeles to play at a night club called recognize, on a night dedicated to a land of Spatulas. Odd?
First we ran a few errands, stopping first at what used to be Manny's music for cables, strings and picks, then on to Famima for road snacks.
As a fast side bar, I am obsessed with Famima in West Hollywood. It is this very well put together shop that crosses all lines between quick stop, upscale grocery store, deli and coffee shop. Apparently of Japanese Descent. They have delicious grilled sandwiches, which the mere mention of them here have cause me to salivate. They have all manner of chipy things and what nots, thingamajigs, widgets, journals, sushis, cheesys, crunchies, munchies and yummys. I'm in love. End side bar.
We took two vehicles this time, Devin and Coco in one, and Amy and I in the other. Traffic, much better than a pride weekend was not an issue at all.
It should be mentioned that this day of our travel and this day of our show happened to fall upon Amy's day of birth. Amy being the kind take charge birthday person that she is was kind enough to book the all of us into a Hotel for the evening. We arrived at the hotel, the Sommerset Suites, just a bit over two hours after leaving LA. The room itself was fabulous, a one bedroom suite with a nice kitchen and large balcony, a fold out couch and two double beds, beds which wouldn't see much use in the end. We relaxed a bit in the room, had beer at the social hour and even took a dip in the pool prior to leaving for the club.
After primping and preening we made our short way to the venue. We were allowed relative peace while setting up, and even some semblance of a line check.
Soon Lance, or Spatulance, the promoter for the evening made his way through the door. He was a kind fellow and soon his club begin to fill with people. Being such a kind fellow he happens to import absinthe for his clubs, and I watched in glee as he poured a drink for me through the sugar thingy that I am so fond of. I enjoyed my drink and waited to play.
We began the night with Static Cling, the crowd was rather stand offish in a hipster sort of way, but we just turned it out. We followed Static Cling with Guerilla, and still the crowd maintained their distance. Amy then decided to tell the crowd that it happened to be her birthday, and soon we learned of two or three other birthdays in the house. It was then decided that we'd play our signature birthday song, a cover of Altered Images "Happy Birthday". This finally brought the crowd into control and underneath Amy's spell.
The remainder of the gig went well, with a strong finish of several more tunes. Folks purchased cds and we began to switch into the mode of being at a club instead of playing at a club.
The night ended a long while later, after Amy and I had found ourselves at an after hours party some 20 minutes away. We made two great new friends in a girl named Celina and the promoter himself Lance. We got back to the hotel in the early mid morning and enjoyed our balcony for a bit before catching a couple of winks prior to check out. I could say more, but this is polite society.
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