7.21
With Joshua sick, Antonia exhausted, and Chris in Portland, I headed up the 95 corridor alone with my guitar, my face all scratched to hell, and listening to Mazzy Star. It was hot. Damn hot.
Smooth sailing landed me in D.C. at load-in time. Bella is a nice little Ethiopian restaurant right across from the 9:30 club. The upstairs space is a lovely room with a slight stage, good lighting, tables, chairs, a bar, and a PA. Nice and simple–something like this would be perfect in Richmond.
The show was set up by Megan of Fuzzy Logic in collaboration with Sweet Tea Pumpkin Pie (or STPP). They’re a great bunch of folks with their hearts in the right place: the music–and making a difference in the D.C. music scene.
I opened things up and explained that my face had recently been used by my cat as a launch-pad. I brought out some 10 year old songs, some Ophelia tunes and a few from ‘Signs and Wonders.’
PJ Sikes caught up with me in time to see a sublime set by Small Sur. Always a pleasure to hear those guys.
Locals: Kindlewood closed the evening with a set of songs featuring members playing guitars while kicking drums, singing while playing harmonium, accordions, shakers, tambourines–an impressive orchestration. I can’t even brush my teeth and hair at the same time.
After the show we all exchanged pleasantries, loaded up, and headed out. I listened to the new Small Sur record, Tones, all the way home.
