I wouldn’t be leading any other Life. Perhaps a jarring sentiment after the last entry – but it’s true. The Funk Box Issues are falling into place, and though they remain unresolved, Diana (of More Music Group) is assuring us that we’re not taking the blame for any of the chaos, and is still working hard to make it the best show that it can be.
The last couple of nights have been working hard at open mics, playing hard and advertising ourselves. Selling tickets and selling CDs. I’m tired, but we’re doing the same thing tomorrow – and then taking a break on Friday.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The air conditioning is still broken, here at the Lloydholme, but it’s a beautiful night. We came home relatively early from Mick O’Shea’s tonight (as I write this, it’s still only 1am) – and the fans are pulling cool night air through the house, Heather’s practicing guitar, blending angellic with the breeze. Mara’s working at her computer, I’m tapping away on the couch.
The drive home brought us beesties. A possum, a fox, three deer, and Heather caught sight of something unidentified peering at us from a cornfield on the side of the road. I guess it’s the time of year. Last night, roaming with Amy, there were dogs and foxes and rabbits. I think it’s a good luck sign. I know the rabbits are, at least.
Mmm, gentle fatigue, and knowing we played our hearts out tonight. Totally by chance, we ran across Dan Zimmerman, Sarah Friedrich, Ray Roberts, and Mitzi tonight. All at Mick O’Shea’s. Everything’s better with friends.
Almost everything. Don’t get any ideas, Dan.
Things are working out for the Funk Box… or are they? Now we’re paired with…
The only animal I got a photograph of over the last couple of days, despite mammalian droves across our path. Bunnee in Jason’s front yard.
Dr. Nasty. Oh my … I can’t find a website for the band, though I can find lots of references. Also, though I can’t find a website for the BAND – I can find the homepage of Dr. Nasty Boy (“I stay chilling wit my ppls, going clubbin and hitting the guira with Ivan Tambora aka BachateroThug.Currently single and looking so ladies if ya`ll interested holla. If you here to hate, lets not waste eachotha`s time”) and lyrics to a song called Dr. Nasty (“The school yard is his office and the playground is his home | Better lock your children up, Dr. Nasty’s free to roam | He’ll make’ em play his wicked games then he makes ’em pay the price | And when he’s done his dirty deeds he’s gonna put your kids on ice”).
But, I can’t find any reference to a band, other than this from a Fools and Horses message board – “We’ve NEVER had as much fun as we did with Dr. Nasty and Full House not to mention all our new and old friends at Loyola.” Woo hoo! Sounds like a good time for all! Thank God. We’ve just got to imagine a pedophile gangsta wannabe who makes music that Fools and Horses would enjoy.
Sarah Fridrich’s feet under the table at Mick O’Shea’s. She has quite the dainty toes, peeking so seductively from around their scanty, strappy accoutrements.
