Body Language (or "Let Me Entertain You")
Friday, January 10, 2003: Club Dada
It's now Monday, a
full three days after our show at Club Dada last Friday night. And my
body STILL aches. It's my own fault, of course-the combination of a
packed Club Dada, our first show in two months, and the knowledge that
the scary-good Queen For a Day were coming on after us turned me into
a deranged jack rabbit on stage. It wasn't enough to play well, I thought-we
had to put on a SHOW. While I'm not entirely sure we succeeded to the
best of our abilities, I can assure you that I got the best work out
I've had in months. My legs are still throbbing, and my neck muscles
feel like I moshed for three hours at a late-80s Metallica show. Fuck
I'm old.
So if you weren't
there, you missed a decent time. The band was great, especially given
the length of our layoff. Mike seemed to enjoy himself more than any
gig I've ever seen him play, and Jon was windmilling like Pete Townshend
incarnate (let's hope that's all Jon has in common with Pete this week.
God I hope it isn't true). Eric's motion was a bit limited by some back
problems, but as always he was the funkmaster extraordinaire. And Jay?
He was grinning ear-to-ear as usual. All in all, the band rocked. My
voice, on the other hand, had some problems. One of the drawbacks of
trying to sing like Neil Diamond is that it just ain't natural-I have
to dig down really deep to come up with that Neil-ish growl, and sometimes
my throat isn't real happy about it. This was one of those nights. I
got through the show OK, but I hate it when I don't sing to the best
of my abilities. But I did my best to make up for it on other ways (like
strutting around the stage like an acid-fueled Mick Jagger), and all
in all, it was a great evening.
A few other happenings of note
from the show:
- It's
an honor to share the stage with great bands like A Hard Night's Day
and Queen For a Day. This was our second straight gig at dada with
this lineup, and we hope to have many more.
- Will
the person who wrote "I want to have sex w/ the lead singer!" along
with a phone number on the e-mail list pleasea) confess to a lame jokeorb) meet me at the
Como on Thursday at 10 pm? Thanks!
- What
is it about my Bob's Big Boy cap that people love? I had one stolen
at dada about a year ago, and this time a girl wanted to trade me
a dog collar for my hat. Of course, the collar was around her neck.
Kinky!
- I
was going to sing a few lines from "Fat Bottomed Girls" during "Cherry
Cherry," but I chickened out. I should have done it.
- This
was the first show I can recall where we did not play "I Am.I Said."
And no one heard at all, not even the chair.
- We
took the stage to the theme from Fat Albert. Hey hey hey!
- As
usual, Mike was a combination roadie/bouncer/photographer. Tesch,
you rock.
- "The
new shirt" finally made its debut. That's right, I FINALLY have a
new sparkly shirt. Did it make me sing better? Obviously not. But
the ladies dug it (see #2 above).
- Nick
Nolte was hanging out across the street before the show, and I was
really hoping he'd pop in and join us for a song or two. After all,
Nick is the only person on Earth who makes Neil Diamond's voice sound
smooth.
- When
I got home about 3:30 AM, the episode of Happy Days with Pinky
Tuscadero was on Nick At Nite. There is a God after all.
As always, a thousand thanks to the many friends who
made the trek to Deep Ellum to see us. Your loyalty is an inspiration
to us, as is your endless thirst for booze. We hope to see you all at
the Lakewood Bar and Grill on January 31.
Maurice Gibb R.I.P.
Set
List
Cherry Cherry
Kentucky Woman
Solitary Man
Cracklin' Rosie
Walk On Water
Girl You'll Be a Woman Soon
Love On the Rocks
I'm a Believer
Rock Me Gently
America
Forever In Blue Jeans
Holly Holy
Sweet Caroline
Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show
