FAULT LINES JOURNAL PART VI

For journal entries I-V, please see belowSo, by the second weekend of the performances, we were all (actors, crew, band) seasoned veterans of the show. I think everybody felt really confindent and were willing and able to take chances.

As I have stated in previous posts, there were 7-10 Brewery Tap regulars who were there for every rehearsal held at the Brewery Tap and every performance. So they saw PLUMP play every night. By the second weekend, each of these regulars had come up to us individually stating how much they liked the band, and ho they particulatly loved it when we played the Cheech and Chong song "Earache my Eye" (as heard on the soundtrack to the classic movie "Cheech and Chong's Up in Smoke"). Each one of these regulars loved it when we played this particular song. The patrons loved us. By the 3rd weekend, we were on "hug" greeting status with this regulars rather than a "handshake" greeting status. Hilarious.

The good people of "Horsehead" had arranged for different types of food for the patrons of the play. There was complimentary popcorn and pretzels in baskets throughout the bar (of which PLUMP always got a couple special baskets.) AND, they had arranged for a family who operated a food cart be stationed outside the bar which sold hot dogs, nachos, chips, etc. It bears noting that these may well have been the best hot dogs in the world. Seriously. The hotdogs were wrapped in strips of bacon. Seriously. They were garnished with jalepenos, relish, onions, tomatoes, mustard, etc. Al ate 1-2 every night. I miss the hotdogs, and especially the bacon. The food cart people loved us. Number one because we ate hot dogs every night. Nuber two because they loved the band. The food cart owner said we sat back and grinned during the pre-play PLUMP set every night. But his love of the band didn't carry over to giving us free hotdogs. Luckily, they were only $2 bucks a piece.

During the performances, PLUMP tried it's hand at drinking all manner of beverages. Provided by the bar or not provided by the bar. Even though we were in a bar and had access to the draft beers there, Jason Jackson saw fit to bring lone star tallboys just about every night. A couple of evenings, he brought a bottle of tequila that was passed around the band stage, in the dark, as they play was going on. We grew adept at having conversations using sign language or mouthing words as the play went on. And we grew adept at drinking tallboys and tequila as the play went on. I hope the audience wasn't watching us.

Stay tunes for Part VII