Many thanks to my bandmate and sister Donna and drumkiller Tony Monster for letting me get up and sing that song one more time. I am honestly amazed that anyone is still excited to hear us do Beer, but since you are, I’m more than happy to strap on a miniskirt and perform. I like doing one song because it’s all the glory with none of the work. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am! Also many thanks to the Reality Check boys, you always know how to make a girl feel like a total rockstar. Looking forward to the feature on this night.
She Wolves sounded heavy as fuck and Richie Scarlet did a great job on guest guitar. He rocked the shit out of Beer and next time I see him I’ll have to apologize for singing a couple of lines over his solo. I will use the excuse that I couldn’t hear well onstage and his screaming guitar licks fueled a fire in my brain that could not be stopped! It was also really fun to turn around and see Donna playing guitar on the song after years of standing next to each other at the mike. She’s the one of us who actually got the energy up to learn to play an instrument. Extreme laziness and expensive manicures have prevented me from attempting same.
What was really cool about last night, and the reason I’m marking it down with a blog, is that nearly everyone in the room was a good friend in a good mood – Donna & Riad, Cid, Dano, Christine, Electric Dave, Motley Stue, Tony, rock babes Masayo & Chiharu, Pam Grande, Scott, Minna all the way from Finland speaking in that accent that I love, even the lovely Sean, ex of White Zombie, who I haven’t seen in a million years and meant to exchange numbers with and then of course forgot. I am so grateful to know the people I do, people who never give up on rock and roll. Everyone was happy to be near each other while listening to friends play, and to me it just doesn’t get any better than that, honestly.
There are many more I’m forgetting to name but forgive me, my head is still wonkey from being sick. I wasn’t completely up to par and had to leave early after some quick tequila therapy, thereby missing some Celtic Frost action at Cups with Supermorgan, and callously abandoning Dano to struggle through a Warriors style way home.
Oh, and lastly, a special shout out to the security guy at the door who flipped out when he saw the birthdate on my driver’s license. I’m bringing him flowers and chocolate next time I hit the Delancey.
Life is good.