You ever really sit down and wonder what it’s like to be a piece of fatty roast beef in a crock pot? Oh, since I will draw comparison to myself here, a lean, ripped, cut of fillet in a crock pot. Yes, that’s much better. Imagine the Soloflex guy’s abdominals. (I know you’d put a piece of meat like that on the grill, but hear me out).
The crock pot’s claim to fame is constant heat and a lot of stewing in the juices of the meat, potatoes, carrots, onions and seasonings that are added. HOT and WET. It makes for a mighty hearty and delicious meal when you leave it for four hours on the high temperature setting.
Let’s apply that to a rock and roll show huh? How you say?? I’ll try.
I am the roast…errr…fillet, in my theoretical story. Place the fillet in the cooker, in this case that would be the parking lot of Cross Creek this past Saturday at around 3:30 for set up. Need I remind you that it’s been, my favorite term in the world for Jacksonville summer weather, BALL SWEAT HOT lately. It was all of 98 degrees Saturday and when you toss in the humidity, it felt like 107. It was, to put it mildly, hot as H-E-double hockey sticks.
To put it in the terms of a kitchen appliance, all I was needing was some potatoes, carrots, onions and some seasoning and I, along with my bandmates mind you, could have been the main course. I swear I lost 10 lbs Saturday. The good news was I kept sweating, not exactly the kind of ‘juices’ you want flowing in your crock pot. The bad news was that our drummer Jim didn’t keep sweating. Late in the third set he was starting to feel very bad. I think the heat was too much and we needed to get him inside and cold fast. Heat stroke is very dangerous and I think he was close. So after basting away for 8 hours and sweating buckets, I honestly do feel like I know what that innocent cut of meat goes through.
It was a great night at Cross Creek. In spite of less than comfortable conditions, the turnout was great. It was still 89 degrees at ten o’clock. I couldn’t image any reason why anyone would come out in that weather, but then I realized why, and no it was not the band. Bikini bike wash. I don’t have to explain this one, do I? It’s a proven formula: Pretty girls, bikini’s, wetness. Need I say more? As always, some of the ‘Nasty Ones’ made a showing, much appreciated, and the band put forth a tremendous effort. Overall it was a great sounding show. Effort was focused on playing, therefore the stage show probably was a bit lacking. Did I mention is was really hot?
We always get positive feedback at Cross Creek. Ray, the booking manager, has nothing but positive praise for us. Not sure if they really get crappy bands there, or we just come in and bust it for them. I know the former is true, but then again so is the latter.
We are off for quite some time, until the fourth weekend. Oh how brutal that is going to be. It’s a three bagger, TNT on the 3rd and 4th, and The Rooster on the 5th. Pray for cooler weather. A return to the low 90′s would be nice.
Rich, Lead Singer
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