Greetings from Columbus, OH. Yes. I’m sitting at a table at a friend’s house and beneath that table he is brewing beer. It goes burrrrrup. And sometimes it goes glooooop. And overall it sounds like a large mammal is under the table slowly digesting a slightly smaller mammal, the latter having given the former some pretty rough indigestion. I think my OWN stomach is becoming somewhat unsettled in sympathy and I’m beginning to fear for my feet.
Other than that, I’m enjoying the quiet. In the next room our friend Brandon is typing away… Heather is typing away over THERE… and of course, I’m typing to YOU, dear reader. I Love moments like this, where people are gathered and you have the sense of friends nearby, but you’re all doing your own thing. You’re all there for one another (like when you have to ask for the correct spelling of “scheduling”) but mostly you’re just… there. All working together. Especially after the social overload of an event like Saint Patrick’s Day (thanks to Eric Nassau for hooking us up with that, btw) I like just being near people.
Very quiet people.
Shhh.
After our set we stuck around to check out our friend Eric Nassau. I wasn’t sure how he’d translate in loud-bar-environment but he’d brought some backup and rocked the place. Awesome, awesome bass player. I think he may have been unnerved by how much I like him. I didn’t hump his leg, but I thought about it.He was THAT good. Okay, so I think I very rarely (if ever) show pictures of Heather or I drinking anything other than coffee. I do not glorify alcohol in any way and generally hate it. Every once in a while someone gives me something that I really, really like. I got drunk once, and don’t need to ever do it again. That all being said, Heather looks like a force of mischeif in this pic and I NEEDED to post it. Eric Nassau and Heather Danger Lloyd chatting after Eric’s set at Woodlands Tavern in Columbus, OH. Beautiful Saint Patrick’s Day light fell upon them and I couldn’t resist snapping a quick snapshot. They are beautiful people. Setting up for the next act – as much as I miss my upright, I can’t imagine ever trying to tour with one. This bass looks like it’s seen some Life, but it sure has Hell has never seen the inside of a Saturn for half a million miles.