Sunday, November 23, 2008

Play and Pay

We went to see Randy Linder in a Credence Clearwater tribute band last night at the Eureka. We only went cause we had free tickets but boy was he great. This guy can play the guitar like none other; just smoking. His voice was a dead ringer for John Fogerty also. We really enjoyed it.

Had dinner at Gregory's ; Chateaubriand for two. Wonderful. All during dinner Cliff kept singing " Don't feel bad if you see me out with painted women, but if I need a lady I'll call you" Maybe I wore a touch too much makeup........................

Played the penny slots for a while at the Eureka then went over to the Virgin River and listened to the band there. A real let down after Randy Linder. They were OK but their sound was so out of balance it sucked. All you could hear was rhythm guitar and drums. The lead guitar, bass, and the lead singer you could not hear at all. It was weird. Plus the chick singer was a crack up. She was all over the place and if you could shake it, she could play it. Sometimes two tambourines and a little set of chimes at the same time. It was kind of funny. She could sing but you couldn't hear her so it wasn't that enjoyable, just funny watching her sing and it was like no sound was coming out then working all her hand instruments like a wild woman, kind of surreal.

All the usual suspects were there and as funny as ever. Cliff gives them all nicknames it's so funny. There is Mr. Alan Jackson wanna be( except he is about as short as a midget), Franko the Mexican dance man, Grandpa Money Bags and his hot mama (they bring a younger guy for her to dance with while the old husband sits and watches), Old Skeezer Cliff calls Queenie (for Queen of the Silver Dollar),the little short fat chick Cliff calls Pork Rind and her new boy friend who's name I cannot convey in mixed company, Ken the Rico Suave cowboy who dances all the girls. So funny to watch all the players. We got home about 2:00 am and I slept till 8.

We ran to St. George today, washed the car, Cha and I walked pushing the Gouda up and down hills till my butt cheeks hurt. Glad the day is almost over.

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