Good weekend

Both The Minglewood on Friday and the Elbow Room on Saturday were a lot of fun.

We played with a cool band on Friday called Catfish Haven. If you're into a blend of sixties rock with indie, they're definitely one to check out. Good singer (reminded me of Joe Cocker, but Wendy and Ben said Kurt Cobain... they're totally wrong, though) and tight rhythm section. Everybody at The Minglewood is always really nice, you gotta love that place- A head shop with live music! Plus, the art on the walls is great. It's a cool performance space. I gotta give it up for the hippies on that one. It was fun to see and talk to peepz we've met before in Rockford too.

Saturday was a blast in Michigan. We played with two bands from Tejas, Slick 57 and The Von Erichs (their site isn't googling for me, but it's cool they're named after a professional wrestling family), and Smashbandits from Detroit. Those guys were ready to rip it up onstage and off. The Detroit metro area has been a really slow build for us, we're still working on building our crowd and scene out there. It's going kinda slow because we haven't played with many area bands that have a draw, but we seem to be getting a great response from the people who are AT the show, so it still seems like a town where we can do some damage. We just need to find a better way to get people out in Detroit. Yeah, that was today's "no-shit" moment, brought to you by Mike.

However, we did have an awesome time, made some new friends, and got fairly intoxicated. The bands were all really good and that made it great. When you play with good bands, notice how people tend to have a better time? So, the quality control at the Elbow Room is good. All the bands were a good fit, the performances had a shit ton of energy, everybody got a cracker with EZ-Cheez delivered to their mouths like it was Communion (Thanks boys!), and everyone went home safely.

The only thing that people had to worry about was Wendy and I drunk calling random people in the middle of the night on the fogtastic drive to Battle Creek (where surprisingly we didn't eat any cereal.) I pretended I was Brian Johnson from AC/DC for a good 45 minutes (not even singing, just talking. Did you ever see the Jim Breuer AC/DC "Hokey Pokey" skit?) and my voice was fucking shot on Sunday, ha. I'm surprised Ben didn't slit our throats.

I would have.