Nothing like a cup of coffee to jog the memory. Given the amount of time we hunkered down in this area partaking of the hospitality of Kevin Jarman, who despite a recent motorcycle injury was more than willing to billet the Laces, there is much to report.
The gig was like playing your basement at home. This glorious nook in the wall of 56th street has become a favorite stop for us over the years. Not only do we get to play a set on a cool stage but we also get to hang out with some dear friends, whom we really enjoy seeing.
Dave the bar owner and I hung out post show and he said in a way that almost sounded like he was defeated, "Everyone loves you." That's always nice to hear. He did comment on my curtailed chatty chatty on the mike, which is a managerial experiment. The idea was to take it gig to gig and he said this gig is a place to let loose. Duly noted Dave.
And then it was on to talking about his beloved Bears, tales of high stakes gambling (which he no longer does) and the proper construction of large cruise ships (which he still takes part in). Suffice it to say Dave is an interesting fellow who is oddly put together for a man at times torn asunder.
Jarman is a chill excellent fellow who makes a house stay low key. Frankly this is one of the best kind. After a whirlwind of shows it gives us all a chance to do laundry and hang out with his two dogs most notably the largest St. Bernard I've ever seen named Barry.
The adventures thereafter were low key as we were recharging for the final two show sprint. But it was a nice stay in Indy, a place we will see again very soon.