Tonight is the night Molly's band kicks it with Bull City Soul at Local 506 in Chapel Hill. The doors open at 9:30.
You can hear two songs recorded in rehearsal on their MySpace page.
This is their third live performance and it should be a good time. Local 506's web site says you need a pre-approved membership to get in but Molly assures me this is not a problem.
Show up and I'll buy you a beer.
Other music news. Or not. I can't tell.
I heard on the radio that Queen was voted the Best British Band ever. That means better than the Beatles, the Stones, and the Who. Who are these people and what drugs are they taking?
Let's talk about bands. If you've never been in one, imagine being married to five other people. Now imagine those people are musicians. Sweet Jesus, it's a wonder any band stays together for longer than a few months. And it's a wonder more band members aren't buried in a shallow grave out back of a Motel 6 somewhere off I-85.
Now that we're on the subject of crazy people, let's take a peek at the underbelly of American Christianity. Any time you want a hearty laugh at someone else's expense, take a look at Christian album covers. I'm sure these people are sincere, and probably nice people you could trust to watch your house when you went on vacation, but dear God, they need design help.
And what's up with Christians and ventriloquism?
Can you do that while drinking the blood of Christ?
When the dummy speaks in tongues, do your lips move?
Are you trying to scare the children to Jesus?
I'm serious. You don't see Buddhists speaking through vacant-eyed puppets. The Pope doesn't open at the Vatican with 20 minutes of voice-throwing schtick. So what it is with this particular branch of American Protestantism that loves the dummy?
As usual, I have no answers, only questions.
It's Friday, ladies and gentlemen. Prepare your seat backs and tray tables for landing.
I hope to see a few of you tonight at Local 506.