“Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.~ Roger Miller
So guess what? NANCY SILVA PROJECT returned!
Also returning was the rain. And the trials. And the tribulations.
I think that our area yesterday’s 24 hour rainfall totals were 3-4 inches.
And I was out in it, just trying to get on a bus to go see NANCY SILVA PROJECT play locally again.
I had been to the Gypsy Lounge before to see Poc Nation. But it was a miserable experience. And here I am complaining about rain? Yep. That’s me.
Thankfully I still had that umbrella from long ago when I got caught in an unexpected rainstorm and some guy came to me and handed me his umbrella. I brought it with me. But the bone chill was already setting in. No matter how I held that umbrella, some part of me was getting soaking wet.
Upon flagging down the next bus like an idiot, I had hoped that by the time I reached the club that the rain would at least let up enough for me to manage the quick jog over to the venue from the corner.
It did, but then it didn’t. I was sitting in massive puddles of rushing raining water, praying that lightning wouldn’t strike me. For whatever reason, it was a real concern I had until I knew that I was safe from the elements.
Gypsy Lounge for those of you who are keeping score has an outside stage and a rather intimate and small indoor stage. I’m not sure what their capacity is inside, but outside there’s a full on stage for bands to play live music. However, the rains got to it before anyone stepped foot on there to play. They attempted to cover up the outside venue but from what I heard from some of the other musicians there to play, was that it wasn’t enough and everything was soaking wet.
I was greeted by someone who said I had been contacting him through Facebook. I did send a message, warning them of my arrival that night and they needed to be keeping an eye out for my accessible needs. The guy gave me a free beer and I was then set in the corner. Along the walls were several art pieces. I didn’t know what was going on inside. And inside was not where I wanted to be, I wanted to be outside because that’s where the music was supposed to be. But the guy said that they were making a decision as to whether or not to hold the music outside or inside.
Why it took so long is beyond me. A band called “Celeste’al Descent” was supposed to kick things off at 9:30. Then NANCY SILVA PROJECT at 10:30… then I had to make a decision either to wait out the rain or attempt to leave and get back home at an earlier hour and potentially face the storms again.
Then I saw someone that I recognized from Nancy Silva’s group of people. He went outside and then brought inside for me to say hello.
It was at that point that she told me the horrible news that NANCY SILVA PROJECT was not going to be playing.
Needless to say that it was disappointing. The planning, the time spent being drenched in the rain, the struggle was real. And there was not to be any “Lift Me Up” or “Yesterday.” DANG!
Finally, the decision was made to have the music brought inside. And the art pieces surrounding the intimate sized stage were to be lifted away. And at last, Celeste’al Descent was ready to get it started. A very cleaver play on words as the lead singer’s name is Celeste.
She appeared to be quiet and shy as she prepared to sing on stage. Then when the drummer counted them in, she exploded like a ticking time bomb had gone off and she never slowed down until the end of their set.
That was a surprise. Considering that she didn’t have a lot of room to move around in. But she covered it all I think.
I was sitting up front of the stage so hearing her voice even without the use of the microphone was surreal. But usually I am up towards the front any way, so it really shouldn’t be much of a surprise to me. But to hear that is a cool thing to experience.
As their set went on, it started sounding better and better and better and better.
Come to find out, they are from San Antonio as well. Just like NANCY SILVA PROJECT.
Why do they always have to come from out of there or Houston? Why?? Ugh… I digress.
I was happy to see that Nancy Silva had made the decision to stay for the rest of the music even though she wasn’t going to be performing. She was probably just a few feet behind me. So yeah, I’ll take it.
Trashy & The Kid came on stage next. The band who was celebrating their album release.
Evidently, their Kickstarter project had collected enough money that they were able to offer that the night be free from a cover at the door. They earned that much money!! I think from what I researched, more than $1,000 than what they were looking for. So yeah, the show was free.
Trashy & The Kid
I did not have a problem with Trashy & The Kid. Although how they had six musicians up there on one stage at one point, I’ll never know. And then meanwhile I kept getting smashed in the back with a Gucci bag that was being worn on a woman’s shoulder.
I really did think about throwing an elbow, hoping to deflect the expensive purse the other direction. But the woman had drinks in both hands and I thought better of it.
Upon the ending of Trashy & The Kid… the place just DIED. Nancy Silva even said that they were leaving, and going home instead of staying the night.
There wasn’t much left for the last band of the night.
My intention was to return home as well, but every exit from the place either had huge steps or the side door was blocked by musical equipment. Nope. It wasn’t cool.
I had to wait for the entire night to be finished before I could leave. Meanwhile, I kept myself occupied talking to these girls who were walking around in underwear that was being sold by Trashy & The Kid. Basically just underwear, fishnets, and high heels. After that adventure I was able to get out of there. The rain had stopped. The night was somewhat peaceful.
Flagging down a taxi took some doing but I got one. And then I lost my shoe.
I hear someone has it. Who, though. I don’t know. But I came home without it. Of all the things to lose at a rock show.
2:00 AM is when I arrived home. Frustrated, yet somehow content. How that is- I don’t know.
I’m thinking that members of NANCY SILVA PROJECT kind of owe me for all the crap I went through just to get to that show. I don’t know what exactly, but they do. They even admitted through a text message that they said that they would make it up to me… yeah, right. We’ll see!! They have to come back here first.
If ever Celeste’al Descent come to town… I’m there!! Maybe they can do a show with NSP……………. ahh, heaven!!
I can dream though.