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Venue: Troubador
Location: Los Angeles California USA
📝 Pat Says
With Kevin on the drums, Mister Jones was free to take on a free-ranging midfield role, playing keyboards, accordion, guitar and percussion as well as singing. After a more than somewhat messy soundcheck (we had had no opportunity to rehearse the full line-up for tonight) the actual show went really very smoothly, not least because of an incredibly supportive audience.
Surprise guests of the evening: Alan McGee and Ed Ball of Creation Records, who had just checked into their LA hotel when they discovered that we were playing. They blew out dinner with Rick Rubin to go to the show and had a great time. Later I said to our attorney "If he tries to sign us, I'm having him killed."
Quick as a flash my attorney replied: "If he tries to sign you he has to go through me."
Seriously, folks, don't be holding your breath. Remember - this is a band that doesn't exist.
We also received a visit from THE Caroline Wheeler, who is now resident in LA. Visit her fabrics shop at: California Mart, 110 East 9th St., Suite A-929, LA, Ca. 90079.
Once finally clear of the Troubadour we headed for the Powerhouse for margaritas, then further into the night, led by Doctor Crocodile, and finally back to Kevin's incredibly beautiful house for a quick drink that lasted half the night. A grand time was had by all.
Audience: About 500
Man Of The Match: Doctor Crocodile
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♥ Reviews
The night started at the Frolic Room each of armed with our own favorite Vodka drink Grey Hounds for Joe, Vodka Martini's for George and Francis and Kamikaze's for Mark and I, The definition of Kamikaze will be sufficient to describe the rest of the night ,(having or showing reckless disregard for safety or personal welfare) next Stop. Dan Tana's (next store to the Troubadour, it was easier to get drinks as well.. more of the same for all) The Band played Electricity filled the air in addition to the Unused vapors of Vodka emanating from our pores. Despite the lack of a sound check the music was to shelf, a surprise guest of the night form our college days Karen M. appeared and asked who the Jazz Butcher was and what genre of music they played I replied. "Jimmy Buffet on acid meets The Beatles from Hell" what did I know I was Drunk. We ended up back at the Frolic Room for last call, followed by questionable Mexican food at a taco shop with a "B" Rating. By all accounts it was yet again our finest night.Credit: San Diego 2005-10-06 15:46:45 (Thursday, 6th of October 2005 - 18 years 1 hour ago)
🎼 Played
- 1. Partytime
- 2. Girls Who Keep Goldfish
- 3. Who Loves You Now?
- 4. Soul Happy Hour
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5. D.R.I.N.K.
- 6. Jazz Butcher -v- Count Dracula
- 7. Mr. Odd
- 8. She's On Drugs
- 9. Walk With The Devil
- 10. President Reagan's Birthday Present
- 11. Caroline Wheeler's Birthday Present
- 12. The Long Night Starts ( Max Eider )
- 13. Rain
- 14. Girlfriend
- 15. Old Snakey
- 16. Bigfoot Motel
- 17. Zombie Love
- 1. Take The Skinheads Bowling (Camper Van Beethoven)
- 1. Forever
- 2. Roadrunner (Jonathan Richman)
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Vodka
decelles_andrew[at]-remove-hotmail.com - San Diego
6Oct2005 3:46 PM (18 years 1 hour ago)The night started at the Frolic Room each of armed with our own favorite Vodka drink Grey Hounds for Joe, Vodka Martini's for George and Francis and Kamikaze's for Mark and I, The definition of Kamikaze will be sufficient to describe the rest of the night ,(having or showing reckless disregard for safety or personal welfare) next Stop. Dan Tana's (next store to the Troubadour, it was easier to get drinks as well.. more of the same for all) The Band played Electricity filled the air in addition to the Unused vapors of Vodka emanating from our pores. Despite the lack of a sound check the music was to shelf, a surprise guest of the night form our college days Karen M. appeared and asked who the Jazz Butcher was and what genre of music they played I replied. "Jimmy Buffet on acid meets The Beatles from Hell" what did I know I was Drunk. We ended up back at the Frolic Room for last call, followed by questionable Mexican food at a taco shop with a "B" Rating. By all accounts it was yet again our finest night.