Just a thin mint-wafer, it
won't make you explode. Well, maybe it is time to
cut down on the junkfood. It is so easy to
overdue the "kind" snacks when you go
to a big supermarket, Halloween is just around
the corner and you have a "spoc" crowd
to please like Deadstein. Mild diabetic shocks to
us all but we made it some how.
I'm glad to report there were
no mouse sightings. Scotty really set up a
Mageneau Line of traps that sent the vermin
scurrying for Poland. Before we get too
comfortable next to the Seine, let's not forget
what little moustache wearing rat crossed the so
called uncrossable line.
The best and most interesting
thing that came out of the night was the
discovery of "Rip Van Freakle." It's
time FreakToast woke up and smelled the coffee.
Catnaps at work are no way to deal with
exhaustion, coffee is. It is the American way. Do
you at least have a coaster on the conference
table so you have a place to aim your drool?
Kevin's Bostonian friend
Donny, the "Hutch-Meister-General",
showed up for a good deal of the first set.
There were no other guests.
Nothing was stirring, no even a mouse.
You have to give Kevin credit
for the the penis font and the sexiest Jerry to
date. The sad thing is Jerry had larger breasts
in real life. A real job for the
"mansiere" or "bro."
The tie-dye tapestry made it
to its final resting place behind the drums. It
looks good mounted there. It's good back there
because it gives the illusion of the drummers
having more hair.
First Set Comments
I thought the Foolish Heart->
Victim was uncomfortable. It was loud and not in
a groove. I think establishing strong grooves was
a weak point of the night. Like many songs
throughout the night, there came and went verse
by verse and there were always really freaky
intense moments in each and every song. The end
of the Victim had such a moment of cool wildness.
Minglewood and Loser were
pretty solid
I sang the Sailor/Saint which
is a true challenge but we bulled our way through
it. If you check back though the previous weeks
Sailor->Saint is the most blown off song.
Kevin was making a point of this so we did it. It
was like the Wide World of Sports, the trill of
victory and you know the rest but it never fell
off of it's skis.
To Lay Me Down was surprising
nice. It was cool calm, probably the best
sounding song of the night.
Three songs short of the list
but "Kid Dine-O-Mat" was calling.
Half Time Eating Comments
We gave the Stardust
Dine-O-Mat, from Time Square, another try. I
swore off it after the August 26,
1997 fiasco but I
thought it would make a good meal under the
circumstances. I was to take Kevin's advice and
go for the cheeseburger. I was going to resist
the temptation of a succulent fish sandwich or
the spinach salad. No one ever complained about
those burgers before accept maybe for being a bit
too beefy, but is that a complaint anyway?
Lots of
Rodeo Burgers were ordered. I unfortunately
mistook the wing's thin and slippery hot sauce
for the Rodeo burger's B-B-Q sauce and had a
winged flavored, soggy, overbearing burger. At
least I got a rare one. Poor Larry M. did the
same thing with the sauce, too a lesser extent,
but had a well done one. In either case, the
burger had the taste of burgers you would get at
the drive-in movie theater's snack bar. And that
is not good. As previously mentioned, we had two
orders of Spitfires, look it up on the menu if
you want. They were a little tasty, but from a
gross greasy perspective. The flavor was probably
worse than the fact that some were undercooked.
The one nice
touch was the provision of cups of ice that
worked with our warm cans of coke at brought.
They messed up on
Freakington's order and delivered it on the
second trip. Actually it was the third trip cause
the guy came first without the beeper and then
trekked back to the Dine-O-Mat just to beep us.
Coming back the second time without the
Freakburger and some mashed potatoes resulted in
the windfall for Rich Brotman's wife. The
Dine-O-Mat threw in some mashed potatoes on the
house and she's apparently a real potato head and
loves when her man comes home with them.
Desserts and other snacks
included Drakes Iced Cupcakes, Hostess Cherry
Pies, miniature no name cherry pies, pumpernickel
sticks, pretzels, spree, skittle, nestle crunch
and Scott also had stuff.
As you can tell, It was a
night to vomit.
Second Set Comments
In
45 minutes the second set was played as called for.
Scarlet
Begonias was pretty nice. It transitioned
into the Franklin's but it took Kevin a
real long time to catch on to the
concept.
The
Franklin's had its moments and sustained
itself most of the way through. We ended
the Franklin's with the Help of the Way
thing followed by the end of the Fire on
the Mountain thing. Gratuitous at best
and neither one was called for. They add
novelty without substance to the
experience.
We did a 5
round Truckin' jam build up which hasn't
worked for us. It never builds like a
real build.
Wharf Rat was
surprisingly good.
The Sugar Mag
died during the jam before it ended.
Kevin was about to fall, he wasn't making
it. I thought it was death but it was
just some type of back spasm.