Woah, okay. Yeah, I'm tired on this one, today. It's Friday.
Erik is chopping vegetables, I think I can actually sort of smell the food. I haven't smelled much in the past 12 years. Something something head injury.
Preston is testing the reed he built for Zac Leger, in Zac Leger's chanter. It sounds pretty alright. Certainly sounds like Preston playing it, because he is playing it.
Kelsey had to head down to McMinnville, today, for a gig with The Stomptowners. She isn't done with that one until 9, apparently, and it's an hour and a half each way. Bullshit!
We played at the Yahoo! headquarters in beavertron yesterday. I should have asked the people working there about how to work the bullshit magic on our search results. 'How do I manipulate your software?' I meant to, and I forgot. They had fish & chips. I signed some sort of waiver to not take photos or disclose any company secrets I might have been exposed to. I don't think mentioning that they had fish & chips is a company secret.
We played at the Town Club yesterday for Phil Meehan's retirement party. That was really nice, and I'm glad we were able to contribute. Plus, it's fun to go into private institutions and poke around. I ate a shrimp. I don't like shrimps, but I'll sometimes eat them when they're around. And dead. They seem to have this air of fanciness to them. People think it's fancy food, I think, but they're not really. They don't taste like much and they crunch strangely. Actually, they're a bit gross.
Last place we went, as a band, last night, was The Moon and Sixpence, which I've mentioned before. Johnny Connolly was ripping tunes, with his crew. Then, in the second set, a girl trying to dance knocked a fucking beer onto the fucking mixer, and it fucking stopped working. Somehow, they found magic Yamaha speakers which had individual inputs on them, so they weren't lacking a sound system. Wild turn of events.
After that I went to Biddy's(sorry I mean O'neill's. Apparently the 'n' isn't capitalized, which I don't understand) and met up with Kelsey, Anne, Marj, and Ciara. There was a band with a funny name playing pub songs. They were pretty alright.
Anyway, I hope everyone had a good Patrick's Day.
There's a fun-sounding event happening in Robin Hood's hometown of Sherwood, 28.5 km south of Portland. It's the Téada reAwakening event. I don't know what it's supposed to be about, but the music will be good. I'm sure we will hear all the instruments. Kelsey is excited because dancey man, Brian Cunningham, will be rug cutting.
I've gotten a lot of website traffic recently, due to my writing about the wctr radio Chicaco scam. Although I'm not always able to get the Google search results to show the individual blog entry; it shows the entire blog page, after which a user would have to scroll down through all the bloggy posts. I wonder if there is a search function I can implement in this blog. Or, a function to only show the 'Scams!' entry in Google results. I'll see. Either way, I hope that writing about it will prevent more people from getting scammed by scammers.
The band and myself, and Kelsey and Cathy, went down to Salem, OR, to play for the Salem Public Library last night. It went really well. We put our new, completed, PA through the wringer, and everything went just fine.
Traffic was a fucker though. We arrived with about 20 minutes to spare BEFORE THE SHOW WAS SUPPOSED TO START. ! But we pulled off set-up and sound check in that time. How many other bands can pull that off? No clue.
Quite the nice room as well. The stage was perfect for dancing, and could handle quite a few more dancers! I hope we get to play there again soon.