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I feel like I haven't played a solo show in forever. Just keeping it on the Urban Barnyard tip. But this weekend, it's all about me, me and more me.

Last night I played at this place called Sputnik. It was pretty fun to be somewhere new (especially somewhere new off the G line). These kids from the band Escalators had asked me to play. I guess one of them knew that Jason Benjamin cat who plays such sweet, sweet trumpet on my record. The Best was also playing, so I knew it would be a good time.

There was almost no one around when I first arrived. Betsy and I and her man-friend Dennis and some other pals all sat upstairs at the bar for awhile. The show ended up starting about an hour late because we wanted there to be at least as many people watching the show as were performing in it. Betsy went first and totally rocked as usual. Gotta love those ukulele sweetnesses. Dennis and I got up and sang a little "If You Want Something Done Around Here". The crowd went nuts.

By the time I got on stage there was a nice little crowd gathered. Everyone was real nice and paying attention and laughing at the right parts. You know how much I like people to laugh at the right parts. Betsy said it's best to play shows for kids who are in their very early twenties. I guess by the time they hit 24, they think they've heard enough music. That's probably true. I know I stopped listening at most shows years ago. Now I just sit and try to make eye contact with the waitress.

I snagged a ride home with Don Lennon and his delightful ladyfriend. I was sorry to miss the Escalators, and in hindsight, maybe I should have just stayed. But it's hard to pass up a free car ride. And I had some crazy dream of getting to Sidewalk in time to see Angela sing with Creaky Boards. But it was not to be.

I did make it in time to hear Soft Black. I didn't think that I was particularly boozy, but now that I'm thinking about it, I may have misbehaved a little. Is it bad that I started playing the drum that's stuck on the left wall during "The Sky is Red"? I don't know. I thought it sounded good. But then, I may have been wasted. So hard to tell these days

Labels: Betsy Cohen, Escalators, Sputnik