Christ on a crap-stick, it was cold tonight, even when making the relatively short walk from the Belmont to Paychecks, which was the area I based myself in. The shuttle doesn’t work for me; I always seem to get there exactly ten seconds after one has just left, leaving me with a fifteen minute wait until the next one. I usually don’t mind driving around, but this evening, parking the car and then just walking between three venues (I hit the Whiskey In The Jar once) seemed preferable to trying to find a parking space at every venue. Fortunately, the Belmont and Paychecks had more than enough to keep me entertained, along with the many local musos that were pouring in and out of the door – I had a particularly engaging conversation with Jeff Howitt and his good lady and band mate Laura Willem which, by the end, had the couple challenging my wife Toni and I to a serious night of competitive Uno. Your ass is grass, Howitt.
As for the bands, they can be summarized as such:
Are we halfway through this thing already?
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