Wow. Being away from a computer for too long plays tricks on a man's brain. I haven't seen a picture of a boob via the pornagraphic industry in like three days. Just kidding.............Kind of.
Where did we leave off?
Ah, yes. We were gearing up for the last leg of our tour. It's been a great time. I really enjoy spending time with David, and I think we've had some excellent times.
So Friday, we drove to Birmingham. It was an uneventful trip, which is good. We arrived at the venue about 6:00pm. The Moonlight Music Cafe was awesome. Thoroughly awesome. Keith Harrelson and his gal, Joni (insert last name here), were the nicest people we've met this trip. As we wandered into the venue, they greeted us with open arms and seemed genuinely excited to see us. The Moonlight, as it was referred to, was quite lavender, but a very nice room.
As you enter through the front door, there is a counter where they take assorted monies for the ticketing process. To your left is
a stairwell that leads to the bar/food counter and further on is the rest of the room. A stage, raised about three inches off of the ground, sits in the far left corner. We set up, soundchecked and got ready for the rest of our evening.
As the headlining band arrived, we were sitting downstairs running through our set. All of the sudden, God's gift to men walked in. Her name was Andi and she was the hottest girl I've seen in a good long while. She smiled at me (at least I hope) and I was smitten. Of course, as is commonplace, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with me or anything that I'm about. For the first time in my life, I now know that this is a good thing, as I will find out soon enough.
A very responsive, polite, and endearing crowd filed in starting at about 7pm. We played about 40 minutes or so and the crowd clapped and interacted and generally enjoyed our set. They passed around a tip jar at the end of our set and we actually witnessed people put dollar billz in the jar. And to our surprise, people even paid us money for copies of our music on various compact discs. David developed a crush on an older woman, who was in fact, HOT! No deal.
Yet another example of how nice Keith and Joni were/are, they put us up for the night, allowed us to roam around their house without shoes and even fed us breakfast in the morning. The only alarming part of our whole Birmingham experience was when Keith began telling a story of an open mic night at the Moonlight, and he mentioned that foxy little temptress, Andi......who is still in HIGH SCHOOL!!!!! SON OF A........................
I swear I'm not a pervert.
On to Columbia, SC.
Again, an uneventful drive. About half an hour into our drive, I got a phone call from Corey. He had decided to come down from Durham to the show. ROCK! We met up with BIG C at the venue, Jammin' Java, which was in downtown Columbia. We met this kid Clay, who worked at the venue and made us some awesome food. Again, we set up, played reasonably well and then packed up and left. Other details are omitted in order to keep you reading.
Corey, David and I shared a room at a hotel to be named later. I bought a twelve pack of Bud Select which tasted like wee-wee in a brown bottle, but it was alcoholic and just what we needed after playing for twenty-five people and making $5.
This morning we packed up and headed for the ATL. Our AWESOME friend Sarah has graciously allowed us to crash her pad and took it upon herself to mobilize her friends to come to the shows. We spent the afternoon passing out flyers to people who probably threw them away ten seconds later. We played at Smith's Olde Bar tonight. I think we had an audience of seven people (including the doorguy). Even the guy who booked the show left before we played. The sad part is, we played really really really well. David rocked the mic first, then we played about six songs together, and then I finished up. Fun was had, pictures were taken and things were interesting. It was a rollicking good time.
That is my story for now, and I'm gonna stick to it.
Tomorrow is Eddie's Attic and some decent hang time in the ATL. More flyers will be passed out, more people will avoid contact with us, and I will try desperately to convince David to let me give him a mohawk!
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