Last night Krissy and I went to catch the first early Sunday show at the Replay. Her friends were supposed to play and canceled at the last minute, but we still wanted a beer and a chance to soak up live music at a reasonable, old-lady hour. The band that did play, The Woes, came all the way from NYC to play for a mostly empty room, since most of our town fled to Cancun and South Padre this week. They still put on a great show – it’s rare that we see any shows around here featuring one horn, and this band boasted three. You can listen to their music here (be warned, there’s some dumb embedded video in one of the comments that automatically plays on page load – SO ANNOYING – so you might have to scroll down and stop that before you can listen to the Woes’ actual songs).
Afterwards we geeked out a little with the singer, who is this really tall black guy with dreads, about iPhones and their various iterations. Not exactly the most stereotypical country / bluegrassy concert experience! I thought back to the time I went to a Gillian Welch show, and had these two middle aged white ladies who kept sneaking up behind me to touch my hair, because they had never seen Asian hair in person before? Made me appreciate that times appear to be changing.
Last night’s show wasn’t without its own creepers, however. One guy in the band played a lap slide guitar, which I’d never seen before, and immediately thought was the coolest thing ever. (I could totally play that while recuperating from tendonitis!) A guy in the audience also apparently thought this was the coolest thing ever, because he squirreled his way right up to the guy playing the lap slide, planted himself firmly within the poor guy’s personal bubble, and touched his shoulder! The lap slide player brushed him off and continued playing, but the creepster went to get a beer and lurched his way back up in Lap Slider’s business. At this, the bouncer did his job and bounced Creepster right out of the bar, seizing the mostly full beer glass and disposing of it. (I bet Creepster was really sore about that). Some of Creepster’s buddies tried to plead with the bouncer to let him back in, but really, unnerving the band is a pretty major offense. Not ten minutes after his ejection, Creepster casually went up to the door and tried to regain entry, as if the bouncer would have just forgotten about it? He eventually skulked off into the night, this time – for once – not reeking of booze.
Towards the very end of the show, I got up to use the restroom, leaving my stuff in Krissy’s care. Upon my return, I saw that one of Creepster’s friends – Lady Skeeves – had usurped my seat, across from a really uncomfortable looking Krissy. Lady Skeeves wore baggy filthy camo pants, and an entire ecosystem as a hair accessory. I shrugged and figured it was almost the end of the set; if she wanted the seat it was hers.
Then Lady Skeeves did something that unfortunately distracted me from the great finale of the Woes show – she ran her fingers through her stiffened, matted hair and started vigorously SCRATCHING. In the dim hazy light my germophobic mind saw thousands of lice bailing onto the table, onto the seat, onto my stuff! I looked at Krissy in alarm and she grabbed my stuff out of the line of fire, brave friend.
I’m not sure what Lady Skeeves was after – she didn’t seem interested in the band that much, and Krissy said she had marched right over to my seat to steal it, with an air of purpose. Eh, maybe she was trying to seduce Krissy with her verminous wiles, and was angry at me for intruding. Or maybe she wanted to talk with us, cause we look like okay people. Maybe she just wanted to unload some of the cargo in her hair. Whatever the reason, after the song was finished we grabbed our stuff and got in line to talk to the band. She skulked off into the night after her friend the Creepster.
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