Well if you thought the last blog was interesting pull up a chair and grab some popcorn because the following two days were………..epic!! Epically strange, but kinda the stuff rockstar biographies are made of. For those of you who need an update see the last blog I posted( I really don’t have time to recap). So Boo and his partners in crime decided to hire us again for another private show at their beach house. This time instead of old skanks they flew some top quality female in from Key West( we’ll call her Candice for privacy reasons). She was an escort of some degree in her early 30′s, pretty sure she wasn’t sleeping with any of the guys, but definitely there to provide some eye candy for some horny older men. She was decked out in an outfit that complimented her very large breasts and was very excited to have a private band rocking the patio deck. We set up and played for the four of them for about an hour in a half when suddenly she demanded we go get dinner and that Boo take us with them. We ended up eating at an upscale place that we played at the weekend before called The Grand Marlin. Before we even ordered a drink or food Candice had ho wrangled 4 cougars in their early 40′s from Memphis to join our table and pointed at us and said “that’s the band.” The food was delicious I had some swordfish and Gary Wayne are roadie ordered Lobster!!! During dinner Boo handed Chino, Justin and I a hundred dollar bill each on top of paying for our dinner. It was a little tacky, but I think they wanted to let the ladies know who owned who. After the 1200.00 dollar bill was paid for in c-notes by Boo, all 11 of us rendezvoused back to the beach house for our second set.
Now I knew that our role was to look pretty and play music while the guys worked a little mojo on the females, but homeboys got hammered…………like really really drunk and shot themselves right in the foot. Fish out of Water left with four new fans from Memphis and cold hard cash. That night before I fell asleep I thought to myself how I felt like a rat being fed cheese and how I hated that I jump at the cash thrown in my face………..but when you come from where I come from it’s a little more difficult to deny and why should we. We provided a service and rocked those fuckers.
Fast forward to the following night 10pm. Justin, Gary and I went to a local bar hangout called Breakers in Pensacola. I made some comment that I didn’t want to see Boo for at least 24 hrs. Instead I offered our service to the bar tender because there was no band on Tue. and I just wanted to practice. Before he could answer I got the call I was half dreading and half expecting.
Me: Hey Boo what’s up?
Boo: (southern drawl) hey there electric……what do you say we get the band over at the beach house for another party?
Me: you want us to set up again?
Boo: yeah, we got some real nice ladies and they want to hear my band Fish out of Water( a cackle of hoots and hollering by female voices in the car).
Me: well……….. (Justin makes the hand motion for cash) sure we will be there in 45.
This time when we arrived there was just Boo and his Lawyer friend, Candice and two…………you guessed it Skanks. These were much older skanks and to make things even creepier Lawyer friend hands us all condoms and says “these girls are extra friendly.” First thought in my mind was hookers. Next thought was damn couldn’t they got hotter hookers. Ha ha ha sometimes I kill myself. Boo had hired a driver (because once again these guys were trashed) and he was a little strange but cool enough. After Lawyer dude motor boated one of the older woman’s breasts in front of us we kicked off our set. Now most of this blog is to glorify money and women, but damn we threw down some serious jams this time. Justin was on fire and was straight up smoking beats. The ladies exited after a few songs and lo and behold about an hour later two more girls (who were much younger) showed up that Candice had ho wrangled at dinner (I think one was their waitress). Another set and bing bang boom The Fish walked with over 2 grand in three days. Not bad for a bunch of nobodies. The moral of this story is music is the bridge between many polar opposite human beings. We couldn’t be more different than the crew we were playing for but music was the common thread. I suppose I could say money buys friends, and woman, but aren’t we all guilty of using it to our advantage? Girls go out on dates and have their meal paid for and bartenders wear lo cut shirts to get just a few extra tips. At least we love what we do and that will never change. Peace y’all. **A free show will be preformed for whoever comments first to this Blog (pending on current schedule).
















