Monday, October 02, 2006

It's all over.

It was officially over yesterday afternoon, the moment Eric made the concluding anouncements and turned off the P.A. at Goner. It wasn't really over yet, though. There were after-parties, dinners, runs to the beer cave, all manner of folks still hanging out. My buddy Joe came in around 3:00 this morning. I know, because I was still up, loading music from the shows (and I'm still not done - a lot of stuff to sift through after recording 26 bands in under 72 hours).
But it's over. For real. Which isn't to say that the weekend hasn't been on my mind this morning. I mean, really. I'm at work, and what am I doing? Writing about this weekend, still. I guess it's just that there's so much to say.
Things like previously-mentioned-Joe getting the cops called on him by my crazy geriatric neighbors (he was in his car, in front of my house, waiting for me to come home from work early, Thursday) prior to the G'fest even starting. Things like a thrilling and much needed surprise Jack Pirtle's Country Fried Steak sandwich with pickles and slaw from Windy. Things like making inebriated, silly and generally wrong (on my part) analogies and arguments about French/American history with Lauren in the parking lot of the Hi-Tone at 4:00 in the morning; this, incidentally transpired because I was trapped by Cheveau's rental car...
So much stuff to contemplate and distract me from doing "work". Perfect (for me) moments where I got to get off the board (both sound board and message board) and shake my ass for a second. I think my favorite was with the Brand New Love Affairs at the Buccaneer. It ended up being a pretty important deal. Not for the fact that this was a trans-continental band playing together for the first time, not because it was the debut of what could become a really phenomenal band with a lot of weight and relevance. Nope. It's something more simple, and it's sheer magnitude may only be shared by me and my good friend Talbot. A little bit of history here, Brand New Love Affairs has Scott Rogers, Tyler Keith, Jack Yarber and a german dude named Roman. Now, Scott and Tyler played last year in a band with Talbot called "The Jenny Jeans". Scott also plays in another band called "The Dutch Masters". Talbot used to play bass in the original line-up of the Dutch Masters, and I used to record both bands back in the day. I know almost all there songs. Since then, I now play bass for the Dutch Masters and Talbot leads "The Black and Whites". Y'all caught up yet? The Memphis musician scene is and always has been an incestuous one. So, long story, short, Brand New Love Affairs kicked out an old Song from the Jenny Jeans. Not too many folks knew the words, because the Jenny Jeans never actually released anything prior to eventually calling it quits. But I knew the song. It was one of my favorites. I jumped up from the gear where Kyle and I were recording an sprinted over people to get up front. Who was there? Talbot. Everybody was dancing there asses off, and Talbot and I were shouting the lyrics at the top of our lungs. Good times.

I may have to correct the address later, 'cause I actually am at work, and probably should get back to some semblance of productivity, but I think that song is here: http://www.thesonsabitches.com/music/bs/gf3/BNLA3.mp3

4 comments:

Scott said...

Wow! Thanks Robin.

Windy Mayes said...

You know, I can't take all the credit for that steak sandwich

Sherry said...

I can hear ya screamin!

Talbot said...

Yeah, that was one of my favorite moments..I swear I was so fucking emotional at that point I almost started crying. It was great. Robin, the crazy thing is right after that someone grabs my ass...I turn around like "what the fuck?"..and it's my wife who I haven't seen in 3 days and miss the shit out of...she drove up to surprise my ass. BNLA was the best band of the weekend.