June 26, 2004
Flirtin' With Disaster
Like the lion to her prey, or the perp to his crime scene, or the dog to his urine spoor, I return tonight to Lava Grille to hear Big Engine again. This time we take Velocidaughter One and her beau, Shannon. I am a firm believer that children should be enured to the idea of being a Designated Driver as soon as they procure their driver's license. It's a family tradition, in fact.
Now I could go to Avondale and sip martinis and listen to jazz, and that's fun, too, but sometimes it's time for garage band rock and roll. As for the band: the bass player is the old bassist from Molly Hatchet. The lead singer/rhythm guitarist is some sort of Rob Zombie clone, and the lead guitarist is a head swirler, ala Blackfoot. Don't remember Blackfoot? You are saved. You will go to Heaven.
The band is collecting funds to go to Sturgis, South Dakota in August for Bike Week for a gig. That's the quality level I'm talking about. Yee ha!
Update: Rainout. Someone had the bright idea to invite everyone to the Velocihovel. With any luck this will not rise above 20 or so risible individuals.