Bringing Heat To The Cavern Pub

Hey Y'all,
I'm chilling at the Dock with some Twinings Everyday Tea and Lotus Biscuits (thanks, Anne).

The Cavern Pub was like the center of the sun. Hot! The set was full-tilt boogie. The Liverpuddlians were grooving to the tunes, for sure. I know I left everything on the stage. Astro went all rock and roll on us with his bloody knuckle. Sterke was blazing, too.

The band before me, the Palominos were very good. They warmed things up nicely. The crowd at the Cavern Pub got into my songs immediately; that's my kind of audience. Well over 100 people in a very small, subterranean venue. Place was packed and here's what the people rocked out, too:
Fall Out
U Had The $
Everyone's Ingenue
Sucka
Everything My Heart Desires
A Talent For Loving

Don't forget, there are two big shows remaining at the Cavern Club Saturday.
4.30 PM in the Back Stage.
2.45 AM in the iconic Front Stage. Technically this show is Sunday Morning.
Both shows are FREE.

Tomorrow during the day, we are doing the National Trust's tour of the Lennon & McCartney childhood homes. Should be fascinating.
Peace & Disco Beats

Comments

Unknown said…

Wow!!! I need to put on the Coppertone, and I'm in DC! It sounds like it has been AWESOME!!

-Numero Dos

8:04 PM, May 24, 2008

DAVE said…

Just for you numero dos..and I quote Anthony Michael Hall in "Sixteen Candles".."Very Hot Very Hot"
-Quatro

9:22 AM, May 25, 2008

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