Stormy Wednesday

So Kay's brother is in town this week, coming over from the opposite coast and playing a few gigs with his girlfriend Alice, in town from France (the other opposite coast). We've been spending some time with them, and they're great fun. So after practice two nights ago I went over to Williamsburg to catch their gig. They were playing folk-rock stuff with an excellent backing band, two old friends of Kay's brother's.

So a beer or two after the show ended, the musicians were walking back to their instruments and playing along quietly with the jute-box. I'd been talking shop with the guitarist, and after a while, picked up his strat while he was playing around on bass. The bartender must have liked what was happening, because he cut the jute-box, and we launched into a rendition of Stormy Monday. I have not felt that musically "on" in the longest time. The other musicians were incredible, and we just flowed into the song like we'd been meaning to do this all night. After Stormy Monday, The guitarist and I switched, and played a few tunes, eventually the events at hand coaxed Kay's bro and Alice to come back up and polish off a second set. It was awesome.

Met a bunch of wonderful people, friends of Kay's brother from Duke, including a budding screenwriter who works at an auction house to pay for his writing habit, and this wonderful cat from rural North Carolina who studies international law and moved to NYC for a woman who left him. (we had a good long talk about South Carolina girls, as well.) It was also kind of nice to hear some real drawls again.

Last night, I saw Jay's side project, Predator Raw, Bushwick's finest stoner-metal quartet to date, and then caught up with Kay and company, and spent hours drinking and coming up with band names like "Custer's Last Band," and "Fiddle Bighorn".