Aubrey called me this afternoon and asked if I want to go play tonight. Sure, I said. I already knew there wasn't going to be any money in it, but what the hell.
The place is called "Elva's", like "Elvis" he says, but with an "a". I need to be there by 9. He give me an address which I know to be in the, shall we say, "immigrant" part of town. No problem, I'm cool with that.
I get to the place around 8:40, before Aubrey, and immediately get a WTF moment:
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Turns out it's this guy's gig. The bar is located in the back of a convenience store. This is him and his GF, who I incidentally entrusted with my camera for the clip you're about to see:
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The yellow sticker on his windshield is a Terrorist Hunting License. Even the Mexicans are rednecks down here:
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The woman on the right is Elva, the bar owner. The woman in the middle is Selena:
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Setting up:
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This is fucked up. We haven't played one song yet and look at all the beer bottles:
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Don't get me wrong, I like the guy, and he's a competent bass player, but his singing can set your teeth on edge. We had fun anyway:
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