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A night on Main South Gilreins These were taken by Greg, Myself and my friend Carrie Crane (Yes, The Carrie Crane) but all were taken on the same camera, so I don't know who took what. |
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Gilreins
has come a long way. They have this nice sign for example. |
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Tom
is about half way through setting up his drums. It takes Tom a really
long time to set up his drums. I mean, a REALLY long time. The rest
of the band can come in, set up, go to dinner, meet up with friends,
apply for a home loan, learn to speak swahili and be back before
Tom is finished tightening his cymbal stands. |
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Ben
and Steve look on with wonder and bemusement. While a lot of the
tables and things at Gilreins were actually acquired when Union
Blues closed down, they do have a few lamps on the wall that apparently
came from Miss Kitty's Cat House on the Prairie |
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The
look of disgust on my face has nothing whatsoever to do with my
lack of a neck. |
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While
asking me about the members of the band, someone actually used the
description "the guy who looks like Ben Franklin" to describe
John. How can I come up with anything funnier than that? |
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Katie
is all ready to do her first official gig as a Valve. By the end
of the night, she will have proven herself fully capable, despite
her continued confusion over Monty Python references |
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Those
drums are ALMOST finished... |
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Ahh,
boredom and Guiness. What would Mike's life be like without them? |
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Greg
spent some time slurring his words with this guy in the Wilbur and
the Dukes shirt. I don't think this guy bought a Valves shirt, what's
up with that? |
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Mike
does his pre-show tuning. This will be the first of 150 or so during
the show tunings. |
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The
drums are done and Tommy's ready to rock, how do I know? Because
he has his optical illusion shirt on. If you stare at it just the
right way, you'll see a 3D image of a set of guy setting up drums |
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ok,
the show has officially started. Mike does his best to get through
the first few notes of Switchblade 327 without his fingers seizing
into an arthritic blob. Look at that concentration |
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Greg,
John and I launch into our night of unbridled boogie . Well, John
may be bridled... |
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Nice
lights... we look so professional |
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shiny
horns, bright red lights, pale pasty guitarist |
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This
is how we look through the single eye of an invader from Mars. |
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greg
and I scope chicks. Well, I was scoping chicks, I don't know what
Greg was doing because he just ignores me. If I was yelling "FIRE"
he'd turn and look at me and go "Yeah, ok, sure" and smile
and nod |
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Katie,
in her "Secret Agent Babe" costume belts out something
or other. |
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We
gonna rock it up... |
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We
gonna rip it up... |
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Greg
smiles at his private joke |
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Damn,
if that shadow wasn't there, he'd look like a rock star. |
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And
the post gig celebration, Mike get's his "Good Job" headlock
from me, whose opinion he most most wants to be favorable. You did
good tonight Mikey, here's a cupcake. You don't want the cupcake?
Well then, I guess more cupcakes for me! |