Roaring Tornado of Sound...

Our band, 8 members strong, played a late afternoon show yesterday. A big band in a tiny room; a cozy, comfy Chicago bar, "a friendly neighborhood tap." It was totally packed with friends and strangers. We were spread out across the barroom floor and up in the tiny stage.  It was unique configuration, an L-shaped spread.  Surprisingly, it worked out quite well. We were a roaring tornado of sound. We were a bit under-rehearsed and raw, and that made us all a bit more focused. The music had a fiery edge to it. It was definitely a high-energy outing. We played two sets, 22 original songs. My favorite post-show comment came from the friendly, prodigiously-tattooed lady-bartender: "I don't know what that was, but I loved it." You know, over the years, she has heard and seen just about everything. That comment was music to my ears.