Richman is a living legend. This was my second time
seeing him at the
Tavern, a popular venue for acoustic
and country acts (as well as more raging shows, occasionally).
Everyone was there. OK, that is an exaggeration. But there
were a lot of familiar faces, starting with Craig McNeil
Orcas Island who called to see if I wanted to go for a beer.
Did I! He skateboarded/bused over and we sucked at 16 oz.
while watching a piece of
had been recommending for some time. It's a real fine movie.
We drank and walked to the bus stop at 46th and Phinney
came just as we got there. On the way to the
Tractor to get Craig a ticket, we bumped into
on the sidewalk. Then we met Connie &
Hattie's Hat, where TT tickets get you 25% off food.
and Sam Trout said
hi. So did Tim, a
closeby neighbor who I also saw at GBV's last Seattle
The annoying guy heckling the opening band turned out to be
the father of the microsoft millionaire mentioned here;
he's friends with the contractor who did his son's house. (It was
the contractor who recognized me from Sunday's job.) Jen W
of Monkeyhut days was there and her friend
Kent bought a
DVD, which is a smart thing to do any time
of the year.
Jonathan was smiling a lot and seemed to focus on love songs.
He didn't rant as he did last time; he seemed to be in too good
of a mood. He even sang happy birthday by request and the
whole crowd joined in. Tommy Larkin looked a little tired.
The beer, whisky and scotch kept coming. The night probably
should have ended one pitcher sooner. Craig and I caught a
ride home with Connie & Bruce. Sarah was none too pleased
to see me so stinky so I spent the night on the