![]() The heat from the lanterns melts all the ice on the floor, so that's something.Ī random waiter, scrambling to get out of the way of the flaming lanterns, accidentally knocks the enormous gong back onto its stand.Īs the fake moustache slides off, you dart through a door into the back room of the club and grab as much stuff as you can before you get caught and thrown out. The fire quickly spreads to all of the other lanterns, distracting everybody from the fact that your disguise is no longer a thing. You grab a still-lit Baked Alaska from the desert cart and use it to ignite one of the paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling. ![]() The rapid drop in temperature puts out all of the lanterns. A nearby ninja takes advantage of the opportunity to hang the gong back on its stand. Some of the ice slides underneath the massive gong, causing it to fall over. On the bright side, the gong crushes all of the ice as it rolls around, so the floor is less slippery.Īs your disguise goes from crappy to completely ineffective, you kick over a standing ice bucket, littering the floor with fist-sized ice cubes. On the bright side, the wind of the gong's passing blows out all of the flaming lanterns, so that's one less thing to worry about. It crashes down from the stage and begins rolling in a slow, lazy circuit around the club. You lose an effect: Crappily Disguised as a WaiterĪs your disguise disintegrates, you grab a steakknife from a busboy's tray and slick the cables holding the gong onto the stand. You also see a door leading into the back room of the club, where they presumably keep the food and supplies and stuff. The entire place is filled with swirling ashes and flaming bits of paper from the lanterns you ignited. Or, y'know, maybe you're imagining that invitation, and should seek professional help immediately. The floor is littered with ice cubes from that bucket you knocked over.Ī collection of colorful paper lanterns hand from the ceiling, inviting you to set them on fire. That gong you cut loose is still rolling in circles around the place.Ī standing ice bucket stands precariously close to the edge of the stage, just begging to be kicked over. You take stock of your surroundings:Ī giant gong hangs from a stand on the stage, just daring you to cut it loose. I could eat that everyday.Your crappy fake waiter disguise has given you a moment of peace amidst the chaos of the club. Chicago does Al Pastor really well, and the best I’ve had is a little place called Taqueria Moran. We aren’t a gimmicky cover band, but we all truly enjoy performing and I think that translates to our audience. Our job is to make good music and fun times. ah heck, who am I kidding, Dirk Lance is still a God! Top 3 bassists for me would have to be Chris Squire (Yes), John Paul Jones (Led Zeppelin), and…. I like technicality, but groove is more important. I never did end up buying a Warwick or learning how to slap the bass though.Īside from Dirk, I get a lot of influence from Prog Rock and Electronic Music. I was just starting High School, it was the Morning View tour and Dirk Lance was my bass god. The first concert I can remember going to by my own free will was Incubus. Allisons, Noon O Kabob, Bad Apple and Bari. The guys have named some of my favs already, so I’m gonna’ go with Mr. ![]() What is one of your favorite Chicago restaurants? ‘Stache! is no doubt, one of those bands!! If you take those key ingredients, then mix in talent, dedication, professionalism and the commitment to entertain, you have the makings of one killer band. Honestly, I’m all over the map nowadays, constantly trying to feed my mind with new sounds!Īs I’ve played throughout the years, I found that first and foremost, there is a intangible spirit or vibe that allows certain bands to better connect and captivate an audience. I also am a huge Soul/Rnb/Motown/ lover of new and old. As I matured musically, I gravitated toward guys like, Jeff Beck, Al Di Meola, Grant Green, Eric Krasno, Wanye Krantz and Scofield. I grew up on the classics, Zep, Jimi, Floyd, Grand Funk, Sly and The Family etc. Who are your musical influences, current, old etc? Don’t think I could ask for a better first live concert experience…thanks Mom and Dad! Micheal Jackson, Victory Tour, Oct 12th 1984, Comiskey Park (it will always be Comiskey in my eyes) 7th row, dead center.
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