I know, I know . . .

So The Monkeys sang about Sunday, but Carl and I can take a bit of “artistic license” from time to time can’t we?

Friday night at The Three Blind Mice Irish Pub, after a short turnaround for us was just a very pleasant experience.  Everything fell right into place from start to finish, with lots of warm memories in between.

After a very satisfying pre-show session in the van, we unloaded the equipment and set it up for our night of entertaining.  The tables right up front turned out to be some of our biggest fans after a set or two.

It can be very intimidating for people, when they see band members bringing in musical equipment for the gig.  Everything looks bigger and potentially louder than it ever is in actuality.

After the initial shock wears off and we actually begin playing, most people realize that they can listen to us, or carry on their own conversation and still enjoy the the evening.

The pleasantness snuck up on us on that Friday.  We didn’t notice it right from the beginning.  As with all things that take a bit of doing, we were busy playing and thinking and singing and drinking before we ever stopped to take a breath and realize how well things were going.

Feelings like that take a while to settle into your consciousness.  They must marinate for a while before they can be realized.

Things were going well for us.  We were getting lots of requests, with the patrons very vested in the nights’ fun.  We got lots and lots of wonderful input regarding everyone’s favorite choice of musical direction.

When people petition us for music, it becomes a very enjoyable evening for all.  The crowd continued to be very appreciative of our efforts after taking a break.  It is always so nice to hear the kind things people have to say to us.

Since there was a new band upstairs, I thought that I would go up and listen.  Aberrant Way was blasting out the rock no the big stage.  They seemed very enthusiastic about their performance, and had lost of friends who seemed just as enthusiastic to be part of their night.

They even had the indomitable Bad Brad himself running the sound!

After another short break, Carl and I steered the evening to a calm and groove-filled last set, just in time to finish the night with a few requests that we hadn’t gotten to, previously.

Although it was hard work, the night was extremely pleasant by all accounts.  Everyone went home with a smile on their face and a song in their hearts.  Just as it should be.

The local rock group down the street
Is trying hard to learn this song
To seranade the weekend squire, who just came out to mow his lawn

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Rows of houses that are all the same
And no one seems to care

See Mrs. Gray she’s proud today because her roses are in bloom
Mr. Green he’s so serene, He’s got a t.v. in every room

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just don’t understand

Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see
My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away
I need a change of scenery

Ta Ta Ta…

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday…

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