drugs, sex, and sloppy joes

though the dining hall was definitely not standing room only, we rocked the house anyway (in spite of the lackluster attendance).

big pants did its first real gig this afternoon, during lunchtime in the college's cafeteria. as people munched on their baked cod and sloppy joes, we played the following setlist:

headhunter(russell's groove)
rodeo clowns/jack johnson
bertha/grateful dead
california stars/wilco
what i got/sublime
ain't no sunshine/bill withers
driver 8/r.e.m.
golden age>black napkins/beck>frank zappa
rescue blues>can't always get.../ryan adams>rolling stones
trouble/the jayhawks
franklin's tower/grateful dead

and, mercifully, we did not suck. i didn't even blow my guitar parts in driver 8 or trouble. i'd love to tell you that we have a cd of this momentous event but, alas, tommy forgot to hit record on the college's sweet digital 8 track. when he realized this after the show, he almost threw himself out of the window. it was a first floor window, but i'm sure it still would have hurt. thankfully, we have a dvd that will be available soon.

i'm thinking about adding it to the library collection.

after finishing our last song, i thanked each remaining audience member individually ("thank you to the 3 girls in the corner, you there eating your food in the back, that guy walking out, lexie, and paul primrose... thanks for coming out!"). we then packed it up and called it a marginal success.