The brake line went from “huh, it
probably shouldn't be using so much brake fluid” to “oh crap
we're all gonna die!” on the doom-o-meter en route to Omaha. By the
time we pulled into the venue the brake line was completely
depressurized. Joshua found a shop that could take a look at it in
the morning, so we promptly set about the business of rocking. There
was one other act for the night; a husband and wife folk duo from
Nashville called You Knew Me When. Which was good because it was a
Monday night in a dive bar in Omaha, and it became apparent pretty
quickly that we'd be each other's audiences. So we tried out new
material on each other and were generally self-depreciating
jackasses. It was kinda fun.
Joshua's friend Becky (who I'm pretty
sure hates me for no discernible reason) suggested we hit up an open
mic after the show. The audience was infinitely larger if only
because 8 doesn't divide by 0. We found out later that both Andrew
Bird and Mumford and Sons were in town, so pretty much any audience
for vaguelly folkish alternarock in Omaha was otherwise preoccupied.
We headed back to Becky's place, where she continued to hate me for no reason. But
hey, her roomate had a cool oldschool VW bug. So, you know... Omaha! Jazz hands. This is Pen Pen, punch buggy gray.
This is a song I wrote one time. You should download it and share with your friends.
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