Goodbye, blue eyes
This weekend was like riding a roller coaster -- there were a lot of ups and downs and it left me with a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Friday night, I ducked the Bike Night crowds and headed to the first CapLive show to see Hoots & Hellmouth. The band burst onto the stage with its foot stompin' blend of folk and blues. I kept using the word "hootenanny" to describe the experience since it contained "hoot." Did I ever mention how clever I can be after two $4 beers?
The band performed sans a drummer and relied on wooden boards and tambourines for percussion. The lead singer, Sean Hoots' powerful vocals rivaled those of any R&B diva. I was bummed to see that the crowd was a bit sparse. i was glad that those who did attend not only clapped, but got up and danced.
After the show, the crew walked down the block to Harp & Fiddle. Lancaster indie/pop quintet Kheris rocked the house and tried to get fans to vote for their favorite songs from the set. After confusing myself and subsequently the band's drummer, I gave up on the survey. Harrisburg trio The Thrives played next and I ended the night by talking kids, concerts and cigarettes with the lead singer before wandering home along a misty Market Street.
Saturday morning began with two bouts of bad news before breakfast. I found my longtime aquatic amigo Raphael belly up in my bathroom right before I read that one of my biggest movie star crushes, Paul Newman, had passed away. It was definitely tissue time.
I didn't venture out until the evening to watch the DVR-ed Presidential debate over pizza at my friend's place. It felt good to geek out for a bit and even more good news came when the Fightin' Phils clinched the NL East division. I then traded politics for Penn State Football. Watching the Nittany Lions dominate Illinois was therapeutic.
We Are
Near the end of the game, I headed to Granfalloons to catch an oddly electric Waitin' On A Train performance. I was quickly reminded that "Rocky Raccoon" is a great tune, PDAs are always awkward and interpretive dance is an under-appreciated form of expression.
I spent Sunday getting some much-needed R & R. The weekend ended on a sour note when the Eagles lost to the Bears. But, hey, two out of three ain't bad.
Now that the fish is gone, it's time to get a cat!
I realized at this moment that you cannot write a good blog nor would you know a good band if it hit you on the head. "oddly electric waitin on a train"?? i was there. They were not electric at that show. Maybe you were too drunk to realize what was going on.
actually Erin,
you saw americanbitch at granfalloons that night
not Waitin On A Train