This was a deluxe birthday party celebration for a distinguished 70 year young man. It turned out to be a fine gathering at The Club, a cool, retro chic Rat-Pack evoking lounge that overlooks much of Birmingham, Alabama. What a view, indeed. The stage is motorized so it is a simple roll-on and roll-off, with a vertigo inducing rise for proper elevation. One thing about playing for somebody's 70th birthday that is perhaps key: we weren't there for him, per se. We were there because somebody decided it's not a party without a band. As it turns out, the most important song of the night was Sweet Home Alabama, for obvious reasons. Bogey handled the vocals on this one, and very well I must say. It turns out that lots of folks know the words to this one. No worries. I actually did sing an energetic version of Johnny B. Goode. I did indeed rock! I was pleasantly surprised that I could continuously hit that E (we were in A, not Bb). Sometimes I got it, sometimes I don't. If I'm relaxed, then it can be downright smooth.
Glen, Derek, and Norm all rode with me. Nice to split the gas money 4 ways. It did take it's toll on me, as I had a church gig in the morning. After unloading form that, I manged to hurt my sore toe once again. Earlier from moving a dog crate, then Piggy stepping on my toe, then my combo amp landing (gently but firmly) square on it. That was the last straw - "Uncle", said the big toe! This led to going to the clinic and suffering a major skin infection that is still in the healing process. I'll spare the picture I took - a lot of purple! My word, what a wrong thing to do there...
some pics to follow
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