Carroll's 55th Street - Donna, Sweat and Terez, put your seat belts on cause we are in for a ride
It was a little more "Wow" that "Woo" in the wacky, wide, woo of freak that is Deadstein. Alan called out sick earlier in the morning so a freind of Scott's , who was scheduled to make his Deadstein debut that night on guitar for a few songs, was called in for the long haul. Not everyone, not even Scott on most nights, can survive a full night of Deadstein, let's see how Scott's friend would fare.
He was an Albany Alum, like several of us, and fit in with the music pretty well. He was doing a admirable job of recalling how to jam these songs from his time of playing in bands in Albany in the mid-1970's. He came with a nice Gibson with a whammy bar and a big bottle of Irish whiskey. The whammy bar provide a nice subtle touch while the Irish whiskey delivered the knock-out blow just after 11pm. All that was left of Scott's friend by the end of the jam was an ever expanding ring around the collar passed out in a chair. Not a pretty sight. Somehow Scott had to scoop his fat a$$ out of Carroll's and get him back home. For all I know he is still passed out in Studio 3.
With all that going on, we still had music to play and Donna was there to see the good, the bad and she left before the real ugly. We therefore got some good stuff in with her. The I Shall Be Released, Jack Straw, Tomorrow is Forever was probably the highlight of the first set as Donna is getting more and more comfortable with singing with us. Jack Straw is almost second nature so we are getting more familiar with each other with each passing jam.
Speaking of familiar with each other, just after Donna left and as we were about to embark on the meat of the second set, getting a sense of where the rest of the night was heading, a Playing in the Band was called for. We were getting the 10-count in and then to the surprise of everyone, in comes Mini-T giant Kiss boot and all.
During a jam, Kevin called her two weeks ago on a lark to see if she was around, and two week later she shows up. I guess Terez responds to phone messages in the two ways I respond to email, either in two seconds or two weeks. In any case, it was a great surprise, giving us a great boost for the second set which otherwise, was destined for a great fall.
In lieu of the Playing in the Band, Terez insisted she was ready to go, so she grabbed the microphone as soon as her coat came off and lead us into a Tore-Up. Thereafter we ripped through 10 Mini-T songs in a row with some good momentum and sound. It carried us forward with a take no prisoner's attitude and we only left one behind, oh well. It was a lot of fun and such a ying to the yang that was there in the second set. Always great to have the ying counter the yang. From the looks of it all you would not think the ying could counter-balance the yang but in the game of ying-yang, it is all about where you place the fulcrum.
The second set was long and tough, but with the revitalizing energy of Mini-T we made some good of it. Ryan jumped in a for a couple of songs for both Scott and Lee and Ryan and Steve were our only guests until a few others showed up late night to enjoy the sultry sounds of Deadstein. As the night ended we played a real nice, under control Sitting Here in Limbo that ended at 12-midnight. Thinking we didn't want to end on the Sitting Here in Limbo we played a Deal to close, but it was pretty ugly as we obviously overstayed our welcome. All there was to do was to haul yang-a$$ into the elevator and get home and get set whatever may be next on the Deadstein's freakin' horizon. Whoa! Time to get back to the mighty "Woo."