We love to play a backyard party. Especially when said party is full of awesome folks that are having a great time and enjoying our unique brand of music-making.
Yes, the police shut us down at around midnight, but we still managed to work in almost four sets of Moo madness before that officer came up onstage, put his hand on Jeff’s shoulder (as he was starting “Highway To Hell”) and told us in no uncertain terms to knock it off.
Fortunately there were many folks there with legal experience to help keep everyone out of trouble. Even more fortunate is that there were many folks there with mixology experience to keep the shot-luge flowing. And of course they provided the band with sample tastes of the various and sundry cocktails which were being manufactured somewhere in the garage. We were treated to quite the variety of combined ingredients, including what tasted like ouzo mixed with something, er , creamy. Hey, Scotty liked it so it couldn’t have been that bad. Allegedly.
All in all we had a great time, and we hope that the DiMauros and their guests had a night to remember. We hope to see many of you again at future gigs – especially if Dale brings “goldfish”.