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The inner part of Houston isn't quite the best area to go to in town, but it has a few gems within it that will certainly surprise you every once in a good while.
Last Concert Café is such a place.
Bil, Eric and I decided to go there last night to see their house band, Pot Roast, play like they do every single other Wednesday, and to enjoy the drum circle that ensues when the band takes a break. When we got there it wasn't too terribly croweded, but somuch so that Bil could buy pitchers and drink them with me without anyone noticing. Then again, the place was engulfed with a cloud of smoke so potent that a rastafarian would get a little choked up. Seriously, I've never seen people so nonchalantly hit the most ornate glass pipes (I saw a really long one that looked like something from Lord of the Rings) in a public place. I gotta admit, though, that this was my kinda scene.
After the band played until about 12:30 it quieted down. They cleared out the sand pit, but no one was approaching the open area to start off the drum cirlcle. So, I decided to man up and start it off with a nice groove. And I did! Eventually I passed my drum to Bil so that I could take over a cowbell and whale on it. All in all the drum circle went on for about an hour, and I played every single goddamn minute of that thing. I have bruises and blisters on my hands, it's not entirely confortable to type this, but I've not has that much fun in a while.
I think I'm going to make this a weekly thing.
I clung to the stretcher.
Last Concert Café is such a place.
Bil, Eric and I decided to go there last night to see their house band, Pot Roast, play like they do every single other Wednesday, and to enjoy the drum circle that ensues when the band takes a break. When we got there it wasn't too terribly croweded, but somuch so that Bil could buy pitchers and drink them with me without anyone noticing. Then again, the place was engulfed with a cloud of smoke so potent that a rastafarian would get a little choked up. Seriously, I've never seen people so nonchalantly hit the most ornate glass pipes (I saw a really long one that looked like something from Lord of the Rings) in a public place. I gotta admit, though, that this was my kinda scene.
After the band played until about 12:30 it quieted down. They cleared out the sand pit, but no one was approaching the open area to start off the drum cirlcle. So, I decided to man up and start it off with a nice groove. And I did! Eventually I passed my drum to Bil so that I could take over a cowbell and whale on it. All in all the drum circle went on for about an hour, and I played every single goddamn minute of that thing. I have bruises and blisters on my hands, it's not entirely confortable to type this, but I've not has that much fun in a while.
I think I'm going to make this a weekly thing.
I clung to the stretcher.