Friday night can be tough. Especially as you age, which is inevitable in all of us. Weeks drag, winter nights are dark and cold...listen to me? I am bitching and I live in California. Shit, I think it was in the 70s here yesterday. After work I had 20 minutes on the couch with feet up in the air listening to tunes. I was ready to roll.
I also find it hard to bitch with the Caravan being a less than ten minute car ride doorstep to doorstep. Still, it is so much easier for one to sit on the couch and plug into god knows what electronic gadget, than get your ass off the couch and go out. So, along with myself, I applaud all you people who went out on Friday night. I applaud you all the more for making it down to the Caravan and listening to the music of The Pinks, Bibles & Hand Grenades and Them Slack Jawed Sons of Bitches. I apologize for some who had to wait in line and missed some of the set. Especially on a Friday night. Warm days always help. Rainy nights tend to hinder. Either way, hopefully you can all make it down some other night to join in on the fun of live original musicians that tend to be local day-job yokels. Here is a little taste of last night:
