Oh woe, dolls, but I’m positively cranky today. What with all the flippin’ no-shows at last night’s gig and the fact that Vons ran out of Tab (leaving me to drink that putrid Diet Coke), it’s a miracle I’m not scrounging around the bottom of my purse for a Valium. Yet all is not thaaaaaaaat horrible in Billyville. While it is true I woke up irritable, exhausted and frightened by my own reflection (I spaced removing my make-up before going to bed last night), I did receive a phone call that picked up my droopy spirits a bit.
Last week I met this awesome drummer named Geno at (now I know this is going to sound absolutely absurd) a Harley Davidson Convention in Kingman, AZ. Oh, now stop gasping in horror, dolls, and give me a chance to explain! You see, there is this band called Hack & The 57’s who had a gig there, but needed a fill in bass player for the day. Well, Mikey picked up the gig and since I had nothing fabulous to do, decided to keep him company on the two hour drive from Las Vegas. Anyway, Geno was also filling in for the band and between sets we talked about my show and how I desperately need a drummer and blah, blah, blah.
Alas today, in my weepy-oh-woe-is-me frenzy, I get an insane message on my answering machine about… viscous fishes.?!? Lo and behold, sweet-peas, it was Geno. He heard about last nights show from Hack (who was there, unlike some of you nasty little thangs who promised) and, to make a long story short, we’ll be getting together to see if I can’t free my career from this sequencer bondage that has been clearly plaguing us to death!
Meanwhile, we’re getting ready to do it all over again at 3rd Street Revolution Art Gallery on Friday night. Wonderful things should be happening next door at Snick’s Place since it’s the first night of Gay Pride and, for that matter, all through the Las Vegas Arts District that night since it’s also First Friday. Hope to see you all there!
Stay Fabulous!
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