The Mirrors played yesterday at Rudyard’s. Despite the small crowd of friends and admirers, they played spectacularly. It’s a shame. Greg Ashley vocals were just as great as I recall them. This band was the only ones who could really pull off a 13th Floor Elevators style of Psche that while inspired never merely copied it’s source. Ashley and crew were smart enough to take a sound and make it their own. The opening (sorry I can’t recall the title) was just as trippy as I remember hearing it live. The Vox keyboard with it’s Leslie sound just shatters what ever realm you are in and transports you to another world. Heavy, trippy, and sadly a band that never released more than two albums when they still had so much more ground to cover. Well at least it made for a great Monday night show.
Maybe the set was colored by the fact that I drank like a fish. Karen was kind enough to set sail on the drinking express but I’m an amateur and wasn’t able to keep up with a pro. Yea, I even goaded Karen to cap off with a trip to Poison Girl for a Scott Butt Bloody Mary. There we solved the world’s energy problems when we mathematically discovered a way to generate infinite energy from a napkin, a peanut, and one of those little drink umbrellas. Yea, once I find the matchbook where we wrote our notes I’m going to the US patent office and getting rich! OK actually it was more drunken rambling but mercifully Karen let me chill at her pad for a while until I was able to drive back home. Thanks sistah, You are a life saver!
Now I just need to nurse my head from the hangover. Drinking on a workday is not for the weak- you will pay for it the next day.
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