We got up to Dallas and and made our way to the Kessler. It was a fancy kind of a night, we were opening for The Flamin Groovies! That's right, little old us is opening for the Groovies on the same day we didn't get to see Billy Gibbons. It's a charmed life...
We brought our gear, the Groovies were gonna use our backline, but when we got there they had a backline already set up. So we added 400 pounds to the freak van for no real reason, it won't be the last time.
I was out by the backstage door talking with George, the Groovies bassist and he was telling me about how after they stopped playing, thirty years ago, he got a job at the post office and put in 23 years and is now retired and living off a post office pension. He's only out playing because it's a fun way to earn some extra cash! It sounds like a dream to me.
We go on to a decent crowd, it just didn't look that way. That's the problem with a place as big as the Kessler, a hundred people look like fifteen. You really need three-four hundred folks to make it look like anyone is there, five hundred would make it look packed, but there weren't that many people out on this Sunday.
We finished our set and the Groovies went on. It was a pretty ass kickin set. For a bunch of sixty year old dudes (and a thirtyish year old drummer) they really whipped it! The crowd was way in to it. There were only a few of them, but they were completely caught up in the moment.
The show ends and we pack up the freak and head back south. We stopped in West for the second time this trip and got a second round of kolaches from a second kolache shop.
That's how we roll.
