A Saturday Night in Los Angeles Part V

Part 5
After checking my watch I mentioned to my roommate that it was nearing 11. We finished our drinks, paid our tabs, gathered handfuls of eye candy then left. A pet peeve of mine lately has been the incoherent lack of awareness that the general population encompasses. On our way out there was a kitchen sink like clog lingering in the entrance/exit corridor. Why people just stop in the middle of the street, isle, and doorway with no regard for the rest of the world is far beyond me. Do they think no on else could possibly be traveling among them? The worst example of this can be seen at any Wal-Mart across the nation. If you’ve been then you know what I mean.

After fist fighting our way through to the dark Los Angeles air, my drinking buddy and fellow female body admirer and I began our brief trek back to the club. Entering the club, and after paying this time, we both noticed how effective an hour of watching dancing girls (albeit completely unrelated) can fill a venue. Groups of LA’s finest sat on couches, stood in little packs and smoked their cigarettes. Everybody smokes out here. Well, maybe 75%.

After another hour of waiting around the first of 3 acts took the stage. Restaurant. The Restaurant maybe, I don’t know, but they were good. Real good. Their sound was like blues/bluegrass bayou stomp. It reminded me of some old Zeppelin tunes, Bron-Y-Aur-Stomp to be exact. The drummer’s set was made entirely of homemade objects. While I couldn’t figure out what his bass was made of, his symbols were license plates and his rim was a chrome car wheel. Good stuff, high energy.

The 2nd act would prove to be the big draw of the evening, and with it provided an unlikely combination of artists the likes of which I’m sure I’ll never see again.