True Margrit

We arrive a bit early at our venue Fuel which is inexplicably guarded by a blue pig. I never get to the bottom of the porcine reference--although there is a pork sandwich on the menu. We hang at a table, waiting for the sound man to arrive. There are many televisions--for, Fuel is a Sports Bar AND a rock club AND restaurant. So many things to so many humans.
We load in our gear, soundcheck, play tunes and tear down. Two young men approach , one clutching a Champagne bottle, the other a camera. They ask to take a photo with them. They are shipping out to Afghanistan tomorrow. One tells us about how he loves this country--even though he is from Jamaica & he's ready to lay down his life. we all shake his hand & feel humbled--we are just musicians, after all.

The very loud and very talented Smile for Diamonds plays after us, then Press On Randy--aka Seamus Tomkins. He is a mad scientist with a totally massive arsenal of pedals, laptop, gadgets, and great tunes. We enjoy his set & then we depart humming his hooks, turning headlights towards home.