Mother is the Necessity of all Invention

I never thought that a night at the Moose Lodge would be such a potentially life-altering experience. I'm now the new bass player for the Pawn Shop Cowboys and a tentative member of the Moose Lodge.

The only problem is that well, for one, I don't play bass. I've played guitar for 10 years and they said that they'd teach me what I needed to know, but I've got 6 weeks to learn a new instrument. That, and my penance for not having to pay any membership dues to the royal order of the moose is to bartend one night. The only drinks I know how to make are whiskey cokes, the Code V (my invention - code red mtn dew and vodka. Even at half and half, you can barely taste the vodka through all the chemicals. It's great!). Those and a white russian. And here I am, supposed to bartend sometime in the next few weeks. And learn the bass. And finals in 2 weeks. And everything else. My life is gon' be crazy, but what else is new, right?

Last night was a great time. Frankeee met me here and we carpooled down to the band house. I helped them load up and we headed down to South Park for a wild night at the Moose Lodge. The Pawnshop Cowboys were on first, right around the time my buzz kicked in. I was in an out of the stageroom during their set, but not because they didn't rock. I remember thinking to myself as I sat in the luxurious Moose Lodge bathroom how great it was that I live in San Diego where a band like that is the opener, instead of Duluth, where they'd be closing the show. Really talented guys and since they've got horns I was totally sold. Which is why I ended up talking to Chris, the lead singer/guitarist, and, apparently, joining the band.

Next up was the UltraVires - a powerpop agglomeration of, what, 8 or 9 crazy cats from LA. Total cliche'd Iggy Popish lead singer, punk tambourine girls, etc. They were great. I danced so hard to their cover of "Rollin' on a River" I thought my head would explode.

Campaign for Quiet was headlining this, the first of many rock n' roll nights at the Mooselodge. And what can I say about the sexiest band alive? They sadly entrusted my photographic skills to try to capture them rocking beneath the mounted moose head, but I was so wasted by that point I couldn't look through the view finder of the f'n camera. So, in advance, I apologize for wasting the last of the film.

There wasn't much time between the end of the show and last call, but I made the most of it. Somehow, amazingly, someone started playing the Dead Kennedys, so when that guy offered to pay my way, I was so down for becoming a Moosette. Drinks so cheap I cry happy tears? Sign me up!

Left the show with Frank and his friend Ben to get some carne asada fries to quiet the beast. Driving around San Diego, at 3 am and 300 mph with the windows rolled down on a perfect summer night blasting:

The Darkness - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

The perfect ending to a night at the Moose Lodge. ROCK ON!

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Comments

[ricky]

Nothing to the bass. If you can play guitar, you can play bass.

Pick up a copy of Booker T. and the MGs, and think funky. For a white girl, anyway.

[Frankeee]

Duck Dunn is one my idols two, I was actually obssesed for a while with his style, I have 4 of there albums if you want to borrow them

[anna]

Wow, Frank. Are you trying to beat erwin at the anti-spelling bee? I mean, you're a graphic design major, not a physical education major. I hope you were drunk.