Eddye was playing at Davey's Uptown Rambler's Club on Thursday night, and a bunch of people at work planned to go. Misty and Matt and Karen were planning to go, too, and since the show wasn't going to start until late, we agreed to meet for dinner beforehand.

We (Bob and I, Matt and Karen, and Misty and her friend Jamie) met on the Plaza at Uno's about 7:30, and had dinner, and hung out for a couple of hours, then Bob and I headed over to the club. Matt and Karen decided it was too late for them, and went home, and Misty was going to take Jamie home, then meet us down there, but as it turned out she ended up checking her phone messages and then having a long phone conversation with her dad, and by the time she got off the phone, it was too late for her to drive downtown.

We were the first ones there from the office, so we sat and talked with Eddye, met one of Eddye's friends, had some drinks, and just sort of relaxed until the first act went on--a guy that I should remember his name, but I don't, I'll have to ask--around 11:00 or so, I guess. He was very good, and then The Welterweights came on (their lead singer was the friend Eddye introduced us to, and he knew who I was, which I thought was pretty cool), and they were excellent, too.*

I always feel completely inadequate when I try to talk about music . . . All I can do is fall back on the old cliché that I don't know anything about music (art), but I know what I like. I enjoyed them very much--very energetic, good strong beat. ("It has a good beat and you can dance to it . . . ")

Everyone was sort of wandering around, Bob and several other guys were taking turns playing a golf game, and they'd come in and out of the room where the band was playing, but when Eddye started playing, they all came back in to listen. By that time it was after 1:00 a.m., very late for me.

I was having a good time, though, and the music was good--I was delighted to finally see Eddye perform live. I'd heard some of his music on MP3s (I like all the ones he's linked to on this page, but Gingerbread Girl is probably my favorite. It was going through my head all day Friday.), but nothing really compares to actually seeing and hearing someone perform. He was really good. He writes most of his own material, but he also covered a few songs--one in particular, a Billy Bragg song, I especially liked.

It was a good night. By the time got home and I washed my face and brushed my teeth and fell into bed, it was 3:00 a.m. I slept until 7:00, which is a half hour later than normal, and I felt pretty much okay until around 3:30 Friday afternoon, when I hit the wall, along with pretty much everyone else who had been there, I think. Eddye was playing again on Friday night--this time, drumming for the Welterweights--so he was going to have another long night, probably.

I just came straight home, laid down on the couch, and fell asleep at about 7:00. Bob said the cats were walking over me, Dinah laid down on top of me several different times, he watched television for awhile, then went up to bed, and I just slept on through until 1:00. I got up then, and ended up sorting mail and paying bills, and writing some email, then went up to bed at 4:00 a.m. Pretty strange sleeping pattern, I guess, but I really like it when I can do that. And I feel good today.

On Thursday night, everyone sort of crowded into the back of the room where the stage was (it was a separate room from the bar proper), leaving a small dance floor open, but no one was dancing except for one very strange couple. I mean, they didn't look that strange, I guess--the woman was pretty normal looking, with short brown hair, barefoot (okay, that was a bit strange in a mid-town bar), wearing an ankle-length sleeveless cotton-knit dress.

The male half of the couple was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, socks, and hiking boots, and looked as if he hadn't washed or brushed his hair in years. (and that look would not be unusual in a mid-town bar). The strange thing was the way they acted. They were hanging all over each other, dancing, sort of, but not really, more just sort of swaying and waving their arms around and, sometimes, bouncing.

They didn't act drunk, though, so I thought they were just weird, until someone said that they were probably on some sort of drugs. Acid, probably. And that made sense with the way they were acting. I was really sort of afraid that someone was going to happen--Bob said it was only a matter of time before the guy set his girlfriend's hair on fire, the way he was waving his cigarette around.

And then, later, they seemed to have an argument, and the guy disappeared. The girl wandered through the room several times looking lost, or as if she had lost something, which may have been the case, and may have been the cause of the argument. Who knows. I was just glad they didn't do anything stranger than their funny weaving dance.

This photograph was taken at 2:15, right before we all staggered out the door and headed home.

*On the way home, I said how cool it was that when Eddye introduced Nate to me, he knew who I was. Bob very carefully said, "Well, Eddye probably mentioned you to him," and I laughed. I said I knew that, I didn't actually think that I'm so famous that random people just know who I am, but I still thought it was cool.