Saturday April 3 at Reggae Bar in San Antonio

The night before Easter we headed back over to San Antonio to play at the Reggae Bar. We had played there one time before, and as with before we were playing with Delfeo, which is a group of really nice guys that play improvisational jam music. The Reggae Bar is a total hole-in-the-wall, but a really cool place. Weather permitting, they have music out back on the patio. Very nice.

We had a small but overly enthusiastic crowd, which is always very nice. The whole crowd was screaming after every song. There was one chap there that was absolutely and totally shit faced. He was border-line out of control trying to get on the stage and screaming in our faces. To his credit, he had seemingly polished off a bottle of whiskey--solo. But, he was becoming increasingly bothersome to the band, and to me. One time he was poking Al in the chest while he was doing a solo. Finally, during one of our last songs, he was about 2 inches from Al, simulating masterbation and swinging his bottle over Al's effects box. The guy looked just a little too out of control for me. I stopped mid-song and yelled at him to back the fuck up. I think Jody thought the crowd would turn on us, but they turned on the guy, and eventually he calmed down and shut up. We had never really stopped in a song to yell at someone in the crowd, so I guess there is always a first time. Then we played a couple songs and were done. I was kind of fired up with adrenaline after the scene, but that poor chap was carried out semi-conscious about 10 minutes later.

The guys in Delfeo have a sweet pad in what is seemingly the outskirts of San Antonio. We crashed there for a few hours, watched as Jason drank a bunch of very cheap scotch, and then headed back to Houston early Sunday morning. Jason looked worse for wear. We did take the tie to stop at the Buc-cee's on I-10. Ah, Buc-cees. We love you.