House Party 2

So, I wasn't the only one to think the potluck at Chicken John's warehouse was rad. Check it out. That's my wife's recipe, by the way. She makes a mean cocktail, it's true.

House Party

The night after the Underground Farmers Market, Iso Rabbins had asked if I would play at a party they were having the next night in some warehouse in the Mission. Of course I said yes. I had a wedding to go to earlier in the day (which was just the cutest wedding ever!) so I packed all the gear up in the car and went straight from the wedding to the warehouse. There had been some confusion the night before over the address of the warehouse but everyone kept saying, "It's a big, red warehouse with a mural on the side that says 'Fail To Win'." 

     I'm one of those nervous types that researches exactly where things are before I go. Who are you people who just kind of head out in a general direction and expect to arrive with no problems? I need cross streets! So, of course I researched exactly where I was going and realized that I was going to Chicken John's warehouse. To those of you outside of San Francisco this might not ring a bell but for those of you in SF, well, it still might not ring a bell but the man ran for mayor and it was hilarious. He was a lovely host and I'm sick with jealousy over his warehouse space. The show itself was really cool because it was just good people hanging out in a great space, eating good food and generally enjoying each others company. Plus, there was a beer-brewing demonstration.

     The stress of the whole weekend took a bit of a toll though and by Monday morning, my throat was on fire and my sinuses were all blocked up, which was terrible news because I had a show on Wednesday at El Rio. I took it easy and drank a ton of my favorite drink when I'm sick (lemon juice, ginger and honey) and was feeling fine by Wednesday for the show. (to be cont...)

Playing To A Crowd Of 2,000

You heard that I played at the Underground Farmers Market, yes? To be honest, the whole thing was overwhelming but ended up being great. First off, the line to get in was crazy long. Of course, I got the skip the line (but then was too nervous to eat) into the SOMArts building and was greeted with wall-to-wall people, buying and eating great food. There was a stage at one end of the venue that looked out to all the vendors and the surrounding mass of people. So, I set up my stuff and played and it was a little weird. No one was there to see me specifically or to even hear music so I figured my role was to provide a little entertainment. Was it the best performance of my life? Hell no. 

     My tuner wouldn't work, which was ok until my guitar went out of tune. Tuning just isn't really my thing, which is why I bought a damn tuner. It could have been something with the building's electricity. All I know is that it threw me off. That and I was worried I was blowing out the eardrums of all the vendor's near me. Of course, I asked them if it was too loud but were they telling me the truth when they said no? Was I killing their business? This is how anxiety-ridden people operate. Luckily, I came armed with a variety of cover songs. Which song finally won everyone over and made me feel like the night was totally worth it? "When You Were Mine" by a certain Prince Rogers Nelson but popularized by Cyndi Lauper. I have more show to review but as always, time is a factor so I leave you with this.