We played the Royal tonight. Such a varied reaction to this venue. It reminded me of our initial days at Palomas. Nice sound system, some friendly people… A different sort of creature as owner. Australian? English? I wasn’t sure of the accent, but – I guess I’m getting used to playing and then getting a pretty enthusiastic response from the owner. The owner of the Royal was uninterested. It soured the evening, somehow. Ray came out, Brennan came out and brought Tori. The people were nice, the sound guy, Josh, was great – but somehow the evening left me tired and ready to go home.
The bartender was interesting. She was a true Baltimore woman. Tall and lithe and blonde and tattooed, and older the closer you looked. I caught her hand for a moment and she was calloused and strong.
The drive home led us afoul of many back streets. A little bit of alley hopping. The roads have changed since I worked at the Science Centre. You can never be LOST in Baltimore, but it took us a few miles to find 95. We bypassed crowd-filled streets and kittens, and have returned to the Lloydholme for movies and soup.
Ray Roberts at Mick O’Shea’s with his metal bodied guitar.
back in time a bit – back at the Vault in Baltimore. The Power Movement Project was fantastic – a high energy, ferocious reggae-esque… project.
