So last night, I played the original song I wrote. It went over super well. I also redid the songs I did last week and finally got them right. And when I did my Electric Guest cover, a bunch of the pool players stopped what they were doing to post up next to the stage and watch me. This is when I know I sound awesome… anytime you can stop people from playing pool or darts, you win. Because, honestly, most of the time, people aren’t listening to whoever is on the stage.
I was a little late last night. I had promised Ryan that I would come to his gig over at Casler’s Kitchen. It was super far… I had no idea that side of Fishers even existed. The venue was really nice, but the audience sucked balls. They were too cool to clap. Ryan sounded awesome though. About 15 minutes after I got there, people were messaging me asking me where I was. Since I couldn’t get the wait staff’s attention, I left shortly after I arrived to go to Claude and Annie’s.
When I got there, Kolo was already on stage. Mike M. was saving me a seat next to him. There were two people there that I didn’t recognize… friends of Kolo and Allison, I guess. Michael P. was the bar so I called him over to sit with us. This week, someone stole his guitar, so I’m lending him my Fender acoustic until he gets it back or buys a new one. Ben and Kyle were sitting at the table behind the one I was sitting at. Rachel showed up a few minutes after I did (with guests in tow, as usual).
It was just a fun night. Sad that Alex and Kaite weren’t there. But I made my rounds… I feel like I know more people there than anyone else there even though I am the newest of the regulars. Oh… did I mention that Alex and Lisa showed up and they got to see me play the ukulele for the first time and hear me sing (now that I found my voice). They loved it.
I think Michael P. wants to start a band with me. He keeps asking me if I’m getting one together and he definitely seems to like my voice and my style. But I told him, I’m non-committal at this point while I figure out what I want to do. He’s a really good singer… his originals are pretty good, too… Just stylistically, he’s more along the lines of John Meyer and Dave Matthews… it’s not really my bag. But I really like him… I feel like out of all the people that I’ve met there, he is really rooting for me and I feel like I can call him my friend and feel confident that he is actually a true friend.
At the end of the night, Rachel, Ben, and Mark were on stage so I sat with Michael and Kyle. The woman I had just met (Paula) and her husband were sitting on the other side of the table. All of the sudden, she leans over and says, “Angela. I want you to know that you are beautiful. I’m not just talking about your music. I mean YOU as a woman are beautiful.” The guys laughed. I giggled a bit too, but, inside I was taken aback… but you know me, I gotta turn it into a joke so I fired back with, “So you’re saying you want to meet me in the bathroom? Let’s do this!” Her husband was like, “Alright!” and the guys were like, “Woooooh…” She was like, “No. It’s not like that….” Haha. It was really funny. God, I’m terrible at receiving compliments.
After the band was done and Kolo was tearing down, Darren (from the West side) shows up. I’m like, “Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?” He drove all the way from the other side of town. He’s like, “I want to see if Kolo really banned me from the stage…” Then he has me introduce him to Kolo, which makes me feel super awkward. What furthers the awkwardness is that Michael (who is usually all smiles… has this disapproving, suspicious look on his face…). He knows Darren, too… I was all good until Darren asked me, “So is Jamie still out of town?” Then I was like, “WTF?!” I wanted to hang out and chit chat with my boys, but I felt like I had to hurry up and get the fuck out of dodge at that point. I’m getting my stuff together and Darren is like, “Let me walk you to your car.” Again, WTF?! Luckily, Kolo intercepts us and follows us out… THANK GOD FOR KOLO! So then, as we’re parting, Darren gives me a goodbye shoulder punch and heads toward his car. Maybe I’m paranoid, but I really feel like I might have dodged a bullet. I dunno if I’m going to the west side ever again.