Cabo Loco, our kind of place

For whatever reason, I'd like to become the house band at Cabo Loco. Even though we gobble up the dance floor space with our numbers, we seem to go over there very well. Last night was our second gig, and for the second time the manager said, passing me the money at the end of the night, "You guys are the best band that's ever played here."

Even though there was another band advertised (Memo to self: Check this sort of thing out BEFORE the gig,) and we had 4 people subbing and sightreading the book, the evening had many memorable moments. Javier took on all the singing in Jimmy's absence and he would have done the canary tunes I'd planned if I had goven him the nod. Besides showing up with all his uncles and cousins who aided in the applause for the more bashful patrons, he has more balls than anybody I've ever seen when it comes to singing new material. You'd think he was using that wonderful concept enshrined in our constitution--innocent until proven guilty--applying it to a song he'd only heard a couple times or not even at all. He can sing it, to summarize, unless he's proven NOT to be able to sing it. And after all, who can prove a negative?

Kudos to Paul Baker subbing on bari, Matt Wood on trombone, Marty Mitchell on bass and Joe McReady on drums. This band has the deepest sub list ever.