Snow Storm Week, pt.1

Last night at Cat's Eye, Idle Americans were at half strength. We were merely 'Idle Ame-', or, in anagram land: 'Lame! Die!' Scott and Kim called out because they did not want to make the drive up (or, more accurately, the drive back) from Nova. But, y'know who did come up from Nova?! Bruce Guttridge did! I met him through Robbie at the Zoo Bar jam. And he was awesome. Srsly. We had a chat back at my place over some Bohs about how I need to write/arrange more originals. Which is a true story.

Hot off his recording session with Mark Stevens/Kim Wilson/Pat O'Shea as White Loafer, Robert Frahm played bass and some guitar. We dedicated a few songs to Nick Curran who, if you don't know him, we refer to as "the only guy that matters". And he has cancer. And is 32. And is the kind of guy that calls his benefit show "Fuck Cancer 2010". And arranged The Stooges' "No Fun" as a blues. Get better Nick. And if you live around Austin (and among this blog's readership that demographic is comprised solely of my mom and maybe her sister), go to "Fuck Cancer 2010" on Thursday night.

Despite being under a foot of snow and attributable to the fact that the Cat's Eye doesn't close, ever (and Todd Miller was out of town), the Cat's Eye was hoppin'. We sold some CDs and made some money.

Also, a shout-out goes to my ex-girlfriend for choosing the only night I play the Cat's Eye this month to be the only time she comes to Cat's Eye this month.

Falling under the heading "You Scratch My Back...", I'll be at Bertha's on bass on Friday with Glenn Moomau & The Blue Flames, who shares with me a propensity for having a letter omitted from his name in the press.