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I ended up getting out of the Hannah Montana shoot at only 2:30, so after running to craft service and snagging a salad (mixed greens, avocado, carrots, chicken, tomatoes....I will say this for the pre-teen show, they got damn yummy crafty) for later and a sandwich for much later (ham and swiss, which I just finished eating), I headed back home to clean out my car and get it some much needed attention in the form of a wash and a trip to Discount Tires for their proffered sale price of $14.99 for an oil change.
All that left me just enough time to run home, hit the gym (yay!), shower and get ready to head out with Matt to the Hotel Cafe to see his friend Greg Laswell. The music is best described as gorgeously depressing; it's the type of music you'd hear in the background of the old WB shows when the main character had just had a massive fight with his/her significant other, yet still managed to have gorgeous hair. Still, the music is better than that. His song, Do What I Can, was written for his mom, who he cutely refers to as "The Lady". She was in the audience last night as well, which just added to the living-room feel of the performance. It was obvious quite a few friends and family members had turned out for the performance, but the rest of us were just as enthusiastic. All in all, the audience was great and the music was beautiful. I highly recommend you check out the myspace page.
Matt and I caught up with Greg about an hour and a half after the performance (we'd stayed to listen to the following act, Brian Wright and the Waco Tragedies. Brian's voice reminded me of the lead singer of Sister Hazel, but the band was decidedly more country. Very fun, and I didn't even want to stab my eyes out as is usually the case with country music. In fact, the song Falls County is quite beautiful.
Greg had quite obviously been steadily drinking since the end of the show, and took great delight in embarrassing the hell out of Matt. He made all sorts of inquiries as to us being there together, asking repeatedly if we'd 'french kissed' yet, a term which I haven't heard since I graduated the 8th grade. Ah drunk guys: the intellectual equivalent of sheep.
Yet I won't be hard on the guy, he seemed like he'd be great to talk to while sober. And like I said, the music was gorgeous.
Today is a clean-up day as my room looks like a nuclear holocaust took place. With clothes instead of people littered about. Wee!
