patient 01252010: deceased

rough show. few signs of cohesion as it was buried deep in the blue sea. hopes hung high on the early signs of life, while limp and barely breathing it was resuscitated on-site. but the initial trauma too great. the body blows too strong. the length of time between injury and treatment too long. doctors say around 10pm it went into shock. bouncing off the gurney like a new born hawk. wobbly legs and neck, sweating profusely, ghost faced, and letting its whole body be pulled to the earth like a gasoline soaked rag looking to change its state. it hit the ground, bounced twice, and combusted into a thousand pieces of raging fire and flame. melting into oblivion, so no one could recover the remains. it happens.

"let's get it on"

the bob and mitch show is a dynamic cloth. a soft. sexy. smooth. delicate. velvety thing of hue. a thing you want to go home and "get it on" close to. crowd was respectful and appreciative. reverent. often present with harmony and participation. a night of good music and musicianship, leaving a good number waiting a good chunk to get their FRUNK. crowd stories could have carried home to late night get downs. translating into diner sales and uncomfortable brunch. for some, maybe bouldin creek and vinyls. either way, it's good with coffee or booze.

maintaining the garden

overall hype was hazy, but similar to looking at yourself in the mirror after a steamy shower, there was a flower somewhere behind the fog. the band played well and tended the garden by delivering a solid set containing new jams and old ones with new clams. a few classic versions on a great recording, thanks to jay thomas. crowd numbers were strong, and room to breathe was "in" as sass was "out". like trash, it leaves your mind as it leaves your hand, letting the garden shop scent goods find their way back through the open armed vent hoods. it hits your nose and you know. this soil is magic. this garden is home. like avatar, without the neck hole walkie talkie bullshit.

a message from management

the shift was in full swing. the stew at capacity. the usual chefs were in the house whipping up new dishes on the fly. the regular peppers were in the crock, good for balance and regularity, while some new flavors were keeping the dishes "salty". many thought it was a good show. some words for the salty. "thanks. thanks for patronizing this cozy establishment. hope you feel the history, ritual, respect, and overall lovey goodness put into every 30 seconds that you spend here. overnight lodging is rare, closing time invites are inventory pending. rides and petting zoo funs available for ages 21 'n up. purchase ride tickets at customer service desk near main entrance. one ticket per ride. park closes early. rides stay open a little later. along with the pickle bar, we bring you the greatest most humanly possible satisfactory entertainment experience possible. not to mention, it's some of the finest cuisine from some of the finest chefs in the world. the menu changes nightly, and continues to be a large portion of their popularity. they have many locations around the country offering similar, but uniquely different dishes. (world wide expansion coming soon, full menu never available). this chef circle realizes that your palate changes often, so they keep it fresh. keeping on the tops of trends and always doing their best to create cutting edge delectibles for you and yours. it's more than something to fill your hole. it's nourishment with purpose and soul. the flavors are too strong and, in fact, cannot be stopped. we hope to see you often".

-night shift management

cracking the egg set

the new year egg had yet to be cracked at antone's without the usual bob set, but the contents were fully exposed by 2 am january 3, 2010, shiny coat and all. as the band took the stage, the egg emerged for battle latching on to their gear trying to "contain the rock", but it was no match for the lonelyland batch. they cracked that egg and took it bed. good crowd and show. fun times at home and halcyon around the corner. this too is nice.

"dallas keeps things regular"

the year starts with another big night and show at the house of blues in dallas, tx. the fans get their money's worth in show, but not in flow. as in, relief-rooms. the house was nearing its fullest test of the evening, the show was 3 songs down, and then a horrible stank of something brown came wafting through the house. the main hall relief-rooms had backed up and started seeping under the walls into the merch area. "why yes, pea-eye, most persons could pick in a multiple choice question the contents of that water". "really?". those bathrooms were closed. so, many heels were chopped making the trip up and down stairs to the 2nd floor stop, but the crowd was understanding and had a great time. band played a great set and raised the bar for the year to come. "well pea-eye, that's talk for doin' thangs better more times n' a row". "ok". no trail mix, but coffee was available. and that increases happiness and smoothness by the cup. good times.

2010 tarantula blue moon extravaganza

the 2010 new year celebrations in Austin left zombies walking the streets after closing time all around the downtown dome. zombies get restless as the night progresses, having witnessed personal zombie episodes on my own. due, to the fact that this town does not have enough cabs on peak weekends and we have a weak public transportation system. they turn zombie and start that long, mostly intoxicated walk home . a part of the group that lives close enough to even think it a possibility. 10 thousand or more descending upon the city. the head lowers and they get into some sort of thriller slump rhythmic zombie trot. many were spawned from the Bob Schneider with Lonleyland and Tosca Strings Paramount Theatre show, with support from The Rocketboys. a big show and a big night. the band was on fire from the start, all heart. the crowd came around after the "no dancing in the aisle blues" were crowned, and the new year was rang on the fly. literally. in the middle of Captain Kirk with a mid-jam 8 second countdown in true unrehearsed style. i enjoyed it. there was no stopping and restarting of the party. no time to reflect on the past year and self hate. no reason. only reason to celebrate. so, let's get to it. happy new year.