Okay, so you all wanna know how the show went last night, right? RIGHT?
It almost didn't happen. Twice. First off, Patrick got into a major car wreck -- he was just fine, but his car got totalled. Miraculously he was unshaken enough to still play -- but at this point I realized that holy shit, I'd left the power cable to my keyboard at the practice space. Which meant a pedal-to-the-metal blast back to the space, and even more miraculously Mr. First-Night-Jitters here was able to play also (dude, seriously, I need to get the fuck over this stage fright thing I have. Any suggestions? Folks?).
Best thing: people from all walks of life showed up, including friends I only basically know through here (Samantha! Shout out!) and friends I only know thru The Ex (Chris Biewer! Shout out!) and work folks, and of course the same awesome fucking crew from the Star Trek video -- plus a couple totally rulish Beach Boys-related folks, my pal John and a certain A. Boyd. And of course, presiding over the evening, the awesome Miss Trixi B, my (ahem ahem) fiance.
It was a blast. I'll letcha all know when the next one is. 'K?