The last time I wrote you a letter, I ended up eating lunch with my at your establishment with my coworker that same day. Usually the servers are really courteous and pay attention to refilling drinks and whatnot. This time not so much. So maybe the House of Blues gods just hate me. I don't know really, but there's gotta be some explanation why you hurt me like you do. It's like an abusive relationship I just can't get away from sometimes. And when you're good, you're sooo good to me. But when you're not, I know I should just leave you forever, but then you woo me back and here I am again the morning after, just wondering why I still keep you in my life.
Please stop hurting me so,
rosey
In the morning I got a call that the there was a miscommunication with bands about who would be opening the Dusty Rhodes show last night. Feeling bad, the non-opener called my friend who then calls me to see if I knew anyone who could play last minute. Making back and forth calls, Di Nigunim was confirmed by 3 pm that they had assembled the band and could play and all things were a go with Jamal.
Fast forward a few hours and I'm happy in my pre-show nap (gotta have the pre-show nap!) when Gabe from Di Nigunim calls and tells me he doesn't know where to unload their stuff and nobody seems to know that they're playing. I tell him to find anyone, tell them that he's playing the 5th Avenue Sidestage, that Jamal booked them, etc. In the meantime, I head to the House of Blues at which time he calls me again and tells me that the stage coordinator told him there was no paperwork filled out and they could not play. Before I could get in touch with Jamal or anyone, they bailed.
10 minutes later I'm in the House of Blues trying to find the band, talk to Dusty to find out what happened, talked to my security guard friend who told me they took all their instuments and marched down the street.
I finally reached Jamal, explained what happened, he called Di Nigunim and within 10 minutes he was at the club with me. He talked to the band and according to him, they were okay with not playing and they'd get booked on another date. Gabe is a nice guy and the band made the best of the situation, but it wasn't enough for me. I was standing out front with Andrea when I heard the band coming down Broadway. They were in front of Ra playing Happy Birthday for some passers-by, amusing tourists and a couple homeless guys. I tried to get them to come play in front of the House of Blues, but they ventured over to Horton Plaza instead.
Dusty Rhodes and the River band were still setting up while all this stuff is happening. I went back to the bar and talked to Jamal, still unsatisfied with the situation. I suggested that the band should get the offer to play after Dusty, or, I said, "at least give them the booze they were promised." Jamal was cool with my suggestions and just as I was about to call Gabe, there they were outside the bar, playing in front of the Everything $5.99 store.
Anyway, the result of all of that was that was that too many of the band members had left and were unreachable, but Di Nigunim scored a $150 bar tab. Woo hoo.
From that point on, the rest of the night was fine. Actually, better than fine. There was a decent sized crowd there this time around. Dusty and the band blew everyone away again, and Dave and Gabe from Di Nigunim ended up rallying people to dance. Including me. Yeah, didn't know I knew how to swing, did ya? It was a really, really fun time.
I guess between sets, the Rusted Root show ended, so a few more people joined in. By that point it was a total dance party, with Dave and Gabe grabbing some ladies and getting a bunch of people up on their feet, pushing tables out of the way and making more room for everyone. It probably looked completely ridiculous to the non dancers, but everyone in the room seemed to be having a good time.
The show came to an end with an outstanding rendition of Fortunate Son and Dusty, such the stage man, came into the crowd, recruited a small group of people and had them huddled around him as he sang the lyrics and had them rise up at the song hit it's high point.
Everyone said their goodbyes and I'm glad that Di Nigunim and Dusty Rhodes were able to connect and chat and hopefully they will get a chance to play together in the future.
After the show, I took off in hopes of catching Firethorn at the Ken Club, but it was almost 1 when I arrived and the bands were loading out, so I only stayed long enough to say hi to some friends who were there and then I was on my merry way ending my Thursday night.
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