Aweee no he didn't. Umm Yes I did. Your residential harmonica guy back for some more text typing thrills, reliving another gig in the life. This night brought yours truely to town with the full time music machine known as The Shibs. But since this is the first post about The Shibs, I will bore the heck out of you, not to mention increase aggreate word count, with some history of us. If your lucky, you might get some bonus old-skool photos of the guys from a couple of years ago... but your lucky enough to get another blog out of my lazy ass so don't press your luck too far. People always end up with Whammy's when they do.
I met the guys in The Shibs a couple of years back. I was on the scene to rock it out with Subatomic and a band known as The Beautes at a fest, called Moose-a-plooza. We were chillin before the show, and Hark asked if I wanted to come up and jam on one of their songs with them. Well, the Everclear slushy machines weren't QUITE done yet so I said hell yes. From there, it was a call in January to play on their new CD (three years ago now), and from that point it was all down hill. 3 National Tours, alot of episodes of Always Sunny, one wicked band van, some time on the beach, you know the drill. Well, maybe you don't, but that's probably a story for another time... when I don't have a gig to tell ya about.Always being one for pain, I thought, just for shits and giggles, that I would have a couple of teeth ripped out of my ol skull. I mention this, because it was just a week earlier at this point, and thanks to some "complications" with my right wisdom tooth, I was going all vampire and tasting blood for quite a while. Despite my undying love for all things "Tween", I could have done without my Vampire Phase. Just a quick thought on Tweens and the Vampire Phase.. If 40 yr old men were at the movies screaming for 17 yr old women... people would call the cops. No Doubt. Regardless, playing was an exercise in pain. Pro-Tip #1 Harmonica playing requires some pressure to be built up in your mouth. When you have bloody holes in there, pressure is not a good thing. And somehow I doubt chicks dig me.
Musically, it was a rather standard night of Shibtastic tunes. At this point we have a huge staple of our own music, combined with some lesser known covers from Mr. Robert Marley, and you have a night that makes your lil ditty bits feel all warm and fuzzy. On this particular night, we had several birthdays in the house, we had to make up a birthday song on the spot, and I believe an attempt was made to break the consumption record for the birthday people involved. Notice I said Attempt. Yep.... The more you drink, the better we sound. For Reals' Y'All.
I would be remiss if I didn't mention the on-goings after the show. We were loading up, around bar-time, and I saw this guy just get knocked down to the ground. He was laid-out like Tiger Woods at the I-Hop waitress convention. Or was that Denny's... I really don't care, but you get the idea. When I got back in to pick up some more crap, Andy filled me in on the details. Apparently, some yutes were walking through the crowd of people waiting for Taxi's and thought.. Hey... I need to knock someone the F*CK out. And did so... Randomly. The guy with the massive head wound came to, and ran off, right before he tried to impersonate a human speed-bump. The poor guy with the wound was gone, and the other victim was getting attended to by the cops. He and his wife were in town for a business meeting... from Detroit. I could write more. But that was too great of a punch-line not to just finish. Abrupt, I know... But they were from Detroit.
Til Next time...
Mouse
Detroit. Seriously, gets' randomly punched at Bar Time in Madison. From Detroit. Crime Capital of the world.
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