Oops, We Did It...All Weekend

Wow!  Our weekend at Western Junction Saloon in McNeal, AZ was beset by problems large even by RJB standards!  First, on Friday keyboardist John Monfore was called off on a mission of mercy.  His place was ably taken by harp player Steve.  Great job, Steve, & thanks! 

To add insult to injury, Rowdy himself, recovering from a bout of flu that would have floored a 2-ton rhino, developed a case of laryngitis that brought his powerful voice down to a basso profundo croak.  Leastways, that's how Rowdy described it, & Rowdy doesn't know what basso profundo means.  Something bad, no doubt.  The band stepped in, and, well, they stepped in it good.  Good thing they had on high-top boots.

Saturday started off with self-induced technical diffculties, beginning with John dumping half a cup of coffee into his amp.  A silly thing to do, for, as everyone knows, amps only drink beer.  Lite beer.  Then the PA started its own performance on a little number known by every musician as "Feedback". 

As for Rowdy on Saturday, despite being fortified with substantial amounts of Jack & Coke (the fizzy kind), his voice missed its usual princely calling and, alas, resorted back to the lowly frog.  A growly frog. 

To save the day, the intrepid band members stepped up to the mic and played their little hearts out. It took the better part of the night to clean up that biohazard mess, but the bandmates were no worse the wear for it.

The saving grace of the whole weekend was the brave, selfless determination of several lovely ladies who, taking the bull by the horns, took the stripper pole into their hands (and legs) and provided entertainment more memorable than a whole set of Texas 2-steps.  If you don't believe this, check out Rowdy's reaction.  Doctors are still busily at work trying to reattach Rowdy's eyeballs to their sockets.

Please don't miss the next installment of RJB capers with the theme, "3 Stooges + 2".