Shaw's Bar & Grill
Minneapolis, Minn.
Set:
| Spring Fever | Poet (Who Didn't Know It) | Pay the Toll to Ride the Junebug Flow | I'm a Bad MammaJamma (Who Works at Wendy's) | Lady Madonna [The Beatles] | M'Lady | The Date | Last Night | Good Vibes | Chosen Ones | Jumpstart My Rocket | Aphrodite | Damn the Man |
Tonight was the first night we've played at Shaw's. It's a great little pub on Northeast University in Minneapolis. Really cozy and friendly. The waitress was the friendliest server I've had in a long time. I got the sense also that there was a good number of regulars hanging around, and that the next time we play there, we'll see a lot of familiar faces. There was a real good small-town vibe. It kind of reminded me of Aberdeen a little bit.
Tonight had the distinction of being the first time we've ever opened for a comedian. It was Junebug, Gus Lynch, and Three Beer Warmup after him. All three acts had a complimentary energy. There was a good sense of humor and fun-loving frivolity all night long. It was a good night to just cut loose, have a few drinks, and have a few laughs.
My neighbor, Joan even thought so. She has enjoyed our music since we gave her a disc on the day I moved in. But this was first time she has been able to make it out to one of our gigs. "Bad MammaJamma" went out to her tonight, and she had a number of good laughs.
The set was pretty high energy. The crowd really seemed to dig it. We sold a bunch of discs and people were shouting things at us, all in good humor, we assume. Toward the end of the set, we were undecided as to whether we were going to play "Aphrodite," which was on the setlist, or "Dead Flowers," since we thought this particular crowd may be keen on the Stones. So I asked into the mic, "Do you guys wanna hear a 'Stones tune or another original?" The silence was deafening. I mean, you could have heard a cotton ball drop onto a piece of felt. No idea what that was all about. So since it was obvious that nobody (including us) really cared, we played our own tune.
After our set, Anthony heard what he described as the greatest compliment he's ever heard about one of our shows. An old hippie dude, beard down his chest, said, "Your set reminded me of an acid trip."
Rock and roll will never die, my friends.
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