Holla y'all.....
So yep... that just happened... again.
Like Andy... been a while since I blogged. Here is the science all short and sweet with flowery language all withheld.
Notes from the Adams Reception:
Colin can rock (duh)... Subatomic rock.... and can rock with another drummer....
"DUDE... you fu*kers sound just like Always Sunny" -- bartender at the reception
"People were asking if that was really a wedding reception because the party was so cool it didn't seem like they just got married"
12 people on stage... no one knowing the song, where it was to go... but in the end... we all put the load back on me (reference to The Weight by The Band which was played). I hoped to take a rock band, a folk/indy/punk/shibs band, a heavy rock band all of which could play outside of themselves, put them in a place where we could play without bounds and see what came out. I think it worked. And if your down, I'm down... and want to do it again.
Random dude wedding crashing, helped himself to cake...smoked a bud on the dance floor, and left....
15 minute Black Majik Woman with THE Jon French.
Freedom and Oceanview descending to Jam land with Brian Moll Ripping it up.
Sympathy for the Devil being learned and resulting in a 20 minute jam.
Can't you see -> Day man -> Smoke 2 Joints -> Mouse freestyle rap ->band solos (matt included) -> Can't you see
Stormy Monday being played in the wrong Key... But thanks to learning minors, the blond guy made it happen with only 2 people hearing the difference.
and in the end... when it's all over... I'm blessed with a wife that believes in me, believes in The Shibs and is in the same level of amazement over how talented you guys are.
So, before I retire tonight... I have to say, that I have about 10 more points that I can drop, but need some sleep. I do know though that it as been really tough for your resident geek harp player to miss a couple of gigs. I can say additionally, that this band, and the people that were at the reception this weekend... are my true family. Although I may miss a party or two... it doesn't mean that I wanted to be somewhere else... only that I had no choice but to be somewhere else.
Thank you guys for rockin out last night. It's been a wild ride.... and I'm sure there's more to come... I'll make it up to you guys for sure...
I'm out like a vinyl jacket....
Mouse
Monday, August 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Butter...NUTS
Oh hello. Blogging for the first time in ages. Felt obligated to after the events that took place on Friday, Aug. 14th in a little place called Butternut, Wisconsin. First things first, about 5 minutes before we got to The Butternut KK (Kountry Klub), I was telling the guys a story of how my mom didn't know one of my good friends' (Koontz) first name. She guessed Roger of all names, which I thought was hilarious. Why Roger? The youngest guy I can think of named Roger is Roger Clemens the baseball player, and he's over 40 now. Anyways, she went with Roger. So we pull up to the place and what is the owner's name...you guessed it...Roger. Pretty funny stuff...probably a lame story retold as I just did...guess you just had to be there.
That said, a lot of the stories and anecdotes that we share are much better when experienced in person. I don't know how many times I've heard Colin say..."I wish someone else was here right to see this cause nobody's gonna believe it."
Back to Butternut. We are informed that we will be playing outside underneath a tent, and that the cabin that we are supposed to stay in is rented out, so the place got us a room "down the street" at the Park Falls Motel. The lady handed us our room key, which was an actual key. No key card, and actual real life key. Rule #1...never stay in a motel/hotel/resort that still uses an actual key to open a room. We decided to go "down the street" (which is actually like 5 minutes away) to the motel to settle in, but went the wrong way, then plugged "Park Falls Motel" into the GPS, and eventually found it. What a gem of a place. Reminded me of a Vegas Casino...Nope no it didn't.
First thing we notice is a sign in the bathroom that says something like..."Hunters...please don't clean your birds in the sink. If you need to clean your birds, I will bring you a bucket of water." -Sandy. Apparently they are having septic issues because people are cleaning their birds in the sink...check please. We fill up the fridge with beer and head back to Butternut.
The show...first set...weird. Good news, free pitches for the band and $1 shots. Rule #2...if you are in a weird place for the first time...just get drunk. Second set...better...but really buggy. Like thousands of gnats and mosquitoes...no lie. The people from Alaska were digging us, and the Sun Prairie folks were real real nice. After the show, we all realize that we are hungry. We ask about food in the area...they laugh at us. The owner cooked us a pizza which was delicious and lifesaving to say the least.
We got back to the motel around 1am???, played some Zoom Schwarts...a game JB introduced to us years ago. After multiple rounds, Colin volunteers and agrees to run around the parking lot in a circle while we (myself, JB, and Ryan) try to hit him with rocks. Only rule was no head shots. We hit him a couple times, and I believe it was Ryan who threw one after Colin said stop and hit him in the head. He was alright though.
I had no idea what time it was now, but it was time for bed. We signed the guestbook, and went to the room. I leave you with our entries:
Great Bar-The Sharp & Harkins Band (written by JB)
*Note: We never went into the motel bar, it wasn't open
Good bar, wish I could've seen it open (or something like that, it wasn't english though)-C Stache McGraf (Colin)
Dear Sandy,
Oh herro. I like what you've done with the place. It reminds me of a Vegas Casino.
Love, Ryan Harkins (written by me)
A normal Friday night!
Andy
That said, a lot of the stories and anecdotes that we share are much better when experienced in person. I don't know how many times I've heard Colin say..."I wish someone else was here right to see this cause nobody's gonna believe it."
Back to Butternut. We are informed that we will be playing outside underneath a tent, and that the cabin that we are supposed to stay in is rented out, so the place got us a room "down the street" at the Park Falls Motel. The lady handed us our room key, which was an actual key. No key card, and actual real life key. Rule #1...never stay in a motel/hotel/resort that still uses an actual key to open a room. We decided to go "down the street" (which is actually like 5 minutes away) to the motel to settle in, but went the wrong way, then plugged "Park Falls Motel" into the GPS, and eventually found it. What a gem of a place. Reminded me of a Vegas Casino...Nope no it didn't.
First thing we notice is a sign in the bathroom that says something like..."Hunters...please don't clean your birds in the sink. If you need to clean your birds, I will bring you a bucket of water." -Sandy. Apparently they are having septic issues because people are cleaning their birds in the sink...check please. We fill up the fridge with beer and head back to Butternut.
The show...first set...weird. Good news, free pitches for the band and $1 shots. Rule #2...if you are in a weird place for the first time...just get drunk. Second set...better...but really buggy. Like thousands of gnats and mosquitoes...no lie. The people from Alaska were digging us, and the Sun Prairie folks were real real nice. After the show, we all realize that we are hungry. We ask about food in the area...they laugh at us. The owner cooked us a pizza which was delicious and lifesaving to say the least.
We got back to the motel around 1am???, played some Zoom Schwarts...a game JB introduced to us years ago. After multiple rounds, Colin volunteers and agrees to run around the parking lot in a circle while we (myself, JB, and Ryan) try to hit him with rocks. Only rule was no head shots. We hit him a couple times, and I believe it was Ryan who threw one after Colin said stop and hit him in the head. He was alright though.
I had no idea what time it was now, but it was time for bed. We signed the guestbook, and went to the room. I leave you with our entries:
Great Bar-The Sharp & Harkins Band (written by JB)
*Note: We never went into the motel bar, it wasn't open
Good bar, wish I could've seen it open (or something like that, it wasn't english though)-C Stache McGraf (Colin)
Dear Sandy,
Oh herro. I like what you've done with the place. It reminds me of a Vegas Casino.
Love, Ryan Harkins (written by me)
A normal Friday night!
Andy
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