Pat Sessions
What GREAT memories!!!!
Sometimes I'd start out the evening feeling half dead and then the music
would put wings on my feet and I felt like I was airborne.....What a talented
group of good people, musicians and dancers alike. I have some fond and
sometimes strange memories to share...
The first time I saw Roustabout, I remember being amazed at Lars's outfit...he
was wearing these strange sunglasses that had sort of holographic eyeballs
in the lenses...they seemed to follow you around the room...then there
were the AWFUL purple plaid shorts and an orange tee shirt that said,
in large letters, "FASHION IS MY LIFE". I just loved that, and
the music was wonderful...
I'll never get over the Red Hots. As long as I live. The first time
I heard them (I'd been listening to a lot of African music around that
time) it was just primitive, primeval...my reaction was right from the
gut and I've loved them ever since. The groove they got in was magical
to dance to...
The first set at the Clog Palace could be a little slow once in a while,
but then whoever was playing would take a break and go outside to get
some air in their tires....then they'd rock the you know what out of it...I
always LOVED the second set..I fibbed at work and told my boss that I
had a doctor's appointment for an allergy shot every Friday morning so
I could stay to the last tune on Thursday night. Then I'd drag in a little
late every Friday morning to work with a decent excuse. I'd feel guilty
about that except that I was young and had SO much fun...
One night a band (can't remember the name) took a break and Robbie Caruthers
went out fin front of Captain White's by himself. I was out there taking
a break, too. Robbie was playing his fiddle, working on Chinquapin Hunting.
I noticed (I think) two completely different tunes being played at the
same time (and there was no air in MY tires) (at that time). I seemed
to hear a strong melody line on the high strings and another different
melody line (evenly strong) from the low strings... awesome. Never heard
anything like that before or since.
At the Tap Room I'd always get nervous when the gentlemen with the lovely
tattoos would be told that they had to stop shooting pool so the bartender
could stack the pool table up against the side of the wall to clear the
dance floor. I think I'm still amazed that the death toll was so low...
Then there was the most amazing ambiance at Captain White's Oyster Bar.
As you entered the bar from the back door, you were greeted by the longest
and most disgusting row of butt cleavage I have ever seen. Unforgettable.
And then there was the advertisement in the Daily Clog for a seamstress
wanted in the Mount Airy area (after Patsy was flashed by that guy who
had a strategically located hole in his pants...)
Gosh, we DID have a great time...so much fun and such a nice group of
people. So many really good friends came from that group. And thank you
again, Julie for all the work you did and for being such an insanely funny
person (We're all still having fun, in between doctor's appointments and
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