Early on in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Arthur Dent sums up his life in the line, "This must be Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays." As much as I admire the English everyman, I could not disagree more.
Last night, at the Carousel Lounge, WRS got Thursday up, down, and crossways. We played our best show ever. It was glorious. We walked in as men, and we walked out as men who felt really good about what they just did.
And what was so different about last night? First of all, drummer Bruce Chandler sat in with us for the first time since Halloween. Not only is Bruce a great guy to hang out with, he's a great drummer who re-learned the old and picked up the new super fast. He also paid close attention whenever I signalled him, making a good performance even smoother. I gotta say, whenever we play with Bruce, I want to have him there any time WRS is electrified.
Second, we had a really great crowd. About half were seeing us for the second or third time, so we got to experience what it's like to have a few "regulars." My coworkers at Apple Zack and Melissa showed up, which made my night, and we converted some people who came to see Sofia Grey, I met at a party last week, or who just wandered in from he neighborhood.
I'll write more later - gotta get back to work.
later,
reed