Staple
Chris Orr and Travis spin some deep house and garage sounds at Staple. I showed up at about 10:30, stretching out in the back room and warming up by the time Kai and his fiancée, Marina. As soon as I turned around, a group of people beating on the congas appeared, as if by magic. I took a solo on my hands and was cheered and accosted by the owner of the congas, a guy named Mike from Coeur D’alene (a Ph.D. holder from uidaho). We chatted about this and that and apparently he has a band and he’s looking for more people, particularly harmonica-playing diva-sounding guys who can dance like crazy. Cool.
Saw Dana and her sister (can never remember sister’s name, but sister doesn’t speak with me anyway), and ended up talking to Lisa, who tends to run from me when she sees me. I guess she’d had enough to drink that she actually wanted to talk to me. Interesting. Unfortunately, for her, I didn’t know where the afterhours party was. Color me party-pooper.
A great, sweaty night of great music. Kai actually stayed out past midnight. But, pretty soon, it was time for him and his lovely woman to go back across the bay. Kai, let’s do Staple again soon, just like old times.