Rock music heals. Seriously.
All day Saturday, I was feeling lifeless and drained. Barely had an appetite. Fell asleep on the couch three times. That’s not like me at all. Maybe I just really needed the rest.
Anyway, that’s all a pretty bad time to have a midnight gig. The show was at Crabby Don’s in Gilbert, way far away from me. Might as well be New Mexico. I put off my departure as much as possible to still get there an hour early … excessive? Maybe. But venues love Hung Dynasty because we’re punctual and reasonable. More than a few times, we’ve bailed out venues that’ve had last-minute cancellations.
I was still feeling foggy after a few Ibuprofen tablets; I also planned for some caffeine and sugar when I bought what I thought was a Mountain Dew. But no - I missed the dreaded moniker of assy flavor: Diet. Ugh!
But from the first riffs of Rampage, all symptoms abated. We played a pretty good set. The reactions were a bit odd, though. Nobody seemed to like our rockafied versions of The Gambler and Turning Japanese. Seek & Destroy, though, got a huge reaction, including one girl grabbing Todd’s hand and kissing it.
“You’re never gonna wash that hand again, are you?” I asked after the tune.
“Nope, but I sure am gonna soil it!” he said.
All the originals went pretty well. Next time we play Crabby Don’s, we’ll likely pick a more metal-oriented trio of covers.
