A Little Bit More Americana

In which Robert Wagner fills us in on what happened at the last 3p . . .

We really need to get a photographer at these things.

Here's what you missed:
Low attendance--At 8:30, not only was there no audience, but some of the musicians had yet to arrive.

Excellent performances by all involved: Me and Jon Paul Leone, Jay Hitt, Sue Gartland, Stephanie Vargo with Tom Moran (both founders of The Deliberate Strangers), and Rosa Colucci backed by me and Jon Paul, and an impromptu set by John Wells. The audience was never large, but it was a warm and supportive group.

And we had some unexpected excitement: People asked, "Why is this at Moondog's instead of The Starlite?" As it turns out, there was a bachelorette party at The Starlite. At the end of my set, around 10:30, a dozen or more rowdy women with homemade "Girls Night Out" tee-shirts, pacifiers made in the shape of a penis, and an eight-foot penis-balloon invaded Moondog's. They wanted to have a good time, but they were also quite disruptive. They approached the stage and asked if I was wearing a thong. I asked who was getting married, and they said, "Sarah and Michelle." "Are they getting married to each other," I asked, "Maybe that's why they need that big balloon." I told them that each could pay a $10 cover-charge if they wished to raise hell, or they could take the party into the back room, or they could settle down and listen. One of the women told me to suck her dick, and they left. It never got horribly ugly and lent spice to what might have otherwise been an ordinary night.

Stephanie was a big hit. Most in the audience were unfamiliar with her music, and she did a wonderful job of fitting in by contrast. Potentially, their might have been a terrible conflict of style and sensibility between Stephanie's stuff and Jay Hitt's material. It could have been oil and water, but by referencing Jay's set, Stephanie was able to put things in context for the listeners, and I'm pretty sure everybody was greatly impressed.

John Wells, in honor of the bachelorettes, played his My Little Honeysuckle Rose. Some loved its sexually explicit humor. At least three women took it as a cue to call it a night. All in all, I had a wonderful time. People who should have met long ago finally got to meet. People who should have heard each other long ago finally got to hear each other. And there was much good music.