This is late notice, but if anyone’s interested, we’re playing at Cafe Calliope in Alexandria tonight, starting around 9:00 p.m. It’s located at 1755 Duke St., and is almost directly across from the King St. Metro station (towards the group of buildings with the Embassy Suites and the Joe Theisman Steak House on Diagonal Rd.). If anyone could make it, I’d love to see you there!
Shit! Phil, I’d go, but I’ve got a date! Please keep us informed. One of these days, I’ll get down to see ya!
Funny, I was just thinking of giving the other thread a last bump.
I’ll be there tonight, and Montfort said he was coming. Will Peta be there, or is she staying home with the cats?
I’m coming, and I’ll even bring you back that linguistics book you loaned me aeons ago, Phil.
Kick some ass!
I had a great time last night, listening to Phil’s band (Razor’s Edge?) cover the rock hits of five different decades. Their playing was, to this uneducated ear anyway, very tight and professional.
The Calliope Cafe, where they were playing, is the restaurant/lounge for one of your big chain hotels, and I thought Phil and friends did a good job of overcoming the homogenized atmosphere that such places have. The physical configuration of the stage was kinda weird and tough to describe (easy to draw on an envelope, but tough to describe), and it had them facing directly at a wall a few feet away across a minuscule dance floor, and at right angles to the tables where we spectators sat. Probly made for some strange acoustics, too, but it seemed to work out.
Montfort, Peta, Peta’s boss Julie and her husband, and I were in attendance, as were a group of young preppies there to celebrate the birthday of one of their group, and wearing matching polo shirts in honor of the occasion. (“I thought maybe I’d go out and find a bunch of guys who dress alike and follow them around!” - Firesign Theatre) They were rather entertaining, in a puppyish sort of way.
Best moment was toward the end when two quite attractive young women took the stage to dance with each other in a quite suggestive way to the band’s last three or four numbers. They upstaged the band, but nobody seemed to mind in the least. 