Night Arrives Without a Suitcase
Friday, October 24, 2003: Club Dada
A lot has changed
since Diamondbag's last gig in August. Jay and Jon have sorta switched
places on the relationship merry-go-round, I no longer have a job,
and Arnold is the now the governor of California. But some things
will never change-my Longhorns proved that at the Cotton Bowl on October
11, and we proved it on stage at Club Dada on Friday, October 24.
What did this show prove, you ask? Well . . .
- Jon is one nasty mutha of a guitar player.
When he is pissed-and trust me, the kid was in rare form on this
night-he makes his guitar squeal louder than Ned Beatty in Deliverance.
We opened with "Kentucky
Woman," which of course features Jay strumming the familiar intro
chords. When Jon hit his first big power chord after the intro,
the sheer volume sent me flying forward just like Marty McFly in
Back to the Future. It's been three
days since the gig as I write this, and I'm just starting to get
my hearing back. Rock and roll, indeed.
- Flu-like symptoms only serve to enhance
the Neil. I was sick all week with nasty cold/flu symptoms,
and as late as Friday morning I really had no voice. I drank about
ten gallons of water, limited my pre-show booze intake to one good-sized
shot of Tuaca, and <voila>
I made I through the gig with voice intact. For some reason, that
gruff Neil voice just really seems to like the extra mucus. Of course,
I could barely speak the next day-and then dumb-ass me wore shorts
and a t-shirt to the Texas-Baylor game in shockingly frigid Waco
that evening. My voice was so far gone that I couldn't sing "The
Eyes of Texas" or even cheer for the team, but of course they didn't
need my help to thoroughly kick Baylor's butt. Even my 0-7 Plano
Wildcats could kick Baylor's butt. So if we beat Baylor 56-0 and
OU beat us 65-13, does that mean OU beats Baylor by 108 points when
they play in a few weeks?
- Practice? We don't need no stinkin' practice!
The afternoon of the show,
we convened at our super-secret rehearsal studio to run over a few
of our lesser-played tunes. Unfortunately, only three of us were
able to make it. In a way I was almost pleased, as it kept in tact
our streak of over 498 days without practicing as a full band. We
did manage to work up a Who-like version of the Neil classic "Red
Red Wine," which we then played to Eric and Mike over the telephone
so that they would have at least some idea of what we were going
to unleash upon Club Dada that night. And unleash it we did, to
what seemed like a very favorable response. Ain't the modern communication
- Dedicating songs to girls only gets you
in trouble. At the same pre-gig practice, we worked up a really
pretty slow version of "Girl You'll Be a Woman Soon." It featured
only Jay's guitar, some piano flourishes from Jon, and my voice.
For those who weren't at Dada to hear it, it may make an occasional
appearance in the future if I can convince Jay to ever play on it
again. But if it does appear in the set, I'll be sure not to dedicate
it to anyone, as I made a point of telling the crowd that the song
was for Christa-who happened to be outside on Dada's patio at the
moment and didn't even hear it. D'oh! No bonus points for me.
- Our friends suck. It was Curtis' birthday,
we hadn't played in two months due to the time off for Jay's wedding,
and yet only a handful of our so-called "friends" braved Deep Ellum
to see the show. Happily, there were plenty of other non-friends
there who seemed to enjoy themselves very much. But please allow
me to give special thanks to those who did show up, especially the
lovely ladies known as Angela, Tammy, Christa, Tiffiny, and Lori.
And although I have no idea who she was, I want to announce for
the record that I want to marry the hot girl who danced in front
of the stage all night, and even sang along to the obscure Neil
classic "Walk On Water." That was truly impressive, and she has
gained my respect and admiration for life.
All in all, it was a really
great night. We even threw in a version of "Lady Madonna" to help
make up for the absence of Hard Night's Day from their usual Friday
night Dada slot. Of course, after the show we adjourned to the house
for the after-party. My memories of it are hazy, as my pre-show ban
on alcohol was quickly forgotten once I got two or three songs into
the set. I do remember that at one point, we all joined hands and
sang the "I'd Like to Buy the World a Coke" song. I think we did it
because Matt was playing a CD of old TV commercials, but with this
crazy gang, you never really know for sure. Still, it was one of those
goofy moments that makes life so special. I had another one of those
this morning, when my unemployed ass watched the Saved By the Bell gang vacation at the
Marriott Resort in Palm Desert. See, Jesse's Dad was going to marry
a young aerobics instructor, but of course Jesse was upset about having
a stepmom virtually her own age. Kelly and Zack were also rediscovering
their love for each other, which helped to make this morning one I
will never forget.
Somebody get me
a job. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I BEG YOU. I am hurting.
Forever In Blue Jeans
Walk On Water
Girl You'll Be a Woman Soon
Red Red Wine
Love On the Rocks
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