Oh, it was interesting.
My cousin Emily (the one allergic to peanuts) called us up. She was in town staying with some friends and would we have time to meet up? I told her about the show and she thought it would be perfect.
The Pussycat Lounge is built over a strip club. Actually, it's part of a strip club. The second floor is a rock club. I'm not entirely comfortable with that arrangement. I was less comfortable with the changes that were sprung on us when we arrived.
Seems the second floor was rented for a private party. All the bands would be playing in the strip club. The management neglected to tell us this. We walked into the red lit long barroom and saw a drum kit and two 4x12 cabinets stacked on the end of the bar where the strippers would have been.
Then I noticed the strippers were still there.
Now I sense some confusion. These weren't hot strippers. These were nasty ass strippers. They fall into two categories; bony and dumpy. And both categories fall into heroin addiction. The last time I was there the bouncer grabbed a woman by the face and threw her down. Six months ago we were playing Arlene's Grocery. Now all we can get is playing for strippers. I made a decision. I'm not doing this anymore. And I'm not getting up on that stage.
From then on it was a race to head off Emily. I'm a firm believer in 'the show must go on' but experience has now shown me that I draw the line providing the music for a striptease. It was a stark 'what am I doing with my life' kind of moment.
The good news was we found Emily and her friends and got trashed in the pizza place next door. That was fun.
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I guess if things got too hairy, we could have slipped her a Snickers.....then no embarassing moments and future family reunions......
Sorry things were crap - but it made for better family memories!!!
So did the show go on? Inquiring minds want to know.
(And I think I speak for anyone who reads this blogg: We need - ney, dare I say DESERVE? - much more detail...)
dan x.
I'm still trying to figure out what went wrong with the night. Let me get this straight, there were strippers, a rock band and beer...what went wrong?!?
And I thought Renee was sweet and nice one...
My Rock and Roll nuts just shrivled up for you. Now to set your Rock and Roll Karma straight you have to ignore cousin E and invite the Junky Whore's to a family party. Your personal punishment, drink a bottle of Maker's Mark and then smash the bottle over the bartender's head. I want no excuses.
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