The Living Rockumentary

Maybe it was the sudden shift to cool weather. Or the fact that because of the bad sound and scant crowd (at first) I had to play 3 1/2 sets of pop using hot rods (a drag, unless I'm playing in a mellow envornment). Or that I suspect that for 3/4 of the night my backing vocals were coming through the monitors only. Or that the din of the crowd at times matched the volume of the band. Or that I knew this was Max's last P-town show.
All these things...and it wasn't the best of P-town shows. Still, I tried to rock and played adventurously, because I felt like no one could hear the drums anyway. May as well try new things.
One thing, though--Ahbi sez Brad sez the Squealing Pig's burgers are awesome--and I agree.
And the Pig staff are the nicest.

Ning, it always seems we get good weather the day after the show. My fave P-town memory is actually the ride home from the show in March (?) where it was like the first warm day of the year, and screaming down 495 in the rented SUV rockin' to the Rio like it was the first day one of our friends got their licence and so now we were young and free. Spring'll spring that on ya.
Except when I was a teen, SUV and MP3 weren't part of the lexicon.
I also liked the day after the summer show, because A+I got to take a beach stroll on a suny day, whereas all out planned beach days often are cloudy.

Max was a great guy to ride shotgun for. The Subaru rocked with a 1/4 iPod, 3/4 Rio mix (his battery faded). Then we listened to those Sox play horrible baseball.