Posts Tagged ‘Gypsy Lounge’

000NSPSome 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.

Damnit.

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. 000paint

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.

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Celeste’al Descent

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.

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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.

Incredible!!!

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.

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“Rock and Roll, baby. Just Rock and Roll.”~ POC, “Rock and Roll Baby”

Last night would go down into the history books of me doing something that I don’t normally do. Although there are some in this world that have constantly been on my back to get me to actually do some things that I don’t normally do, so that the social life that I have, gets better.

I went, on my own, to a bar because POC from Mexico City was going to be playing in town.

If you remember back in March when I went to SXSW to go watch BEAUTIFUL DISTURBANCE play, I was then introduced to the band POC. They call themselves the POC Nation.

Back then, was my first taste of it. Last night became a second helping. All because I had planned it out and actually followed through to leave home and go somewhere else.

It was on the infamous Sixth Street. And I honestly had no idea what to expect. But what I did know is that I wanted to see POC play again, and hopefully be able to get a t-shirt from them or something because their merchandise table was gone before I knew it the last time.

I was so excited about going that I honestly left so early that I had a ton of time to kill when I got to the bar. img_11610805_primary

There I sat at the Gypsy Lounge. And right away I knew that there was going to be some accessibility issues, and I talked with the people there ahead of time to make sure that they knew that I was going to be there, and that they needed to accommodate for me being there. So no matter where I wanted to go, they needed to at least be sure that they helped me through.

So nice that they did just that!!

So there I sat, in the bar, looking oddly at two large TV screens that was playing a horror film that for the life of me, I could NOT remember the title. I had to ask. I knew it was a re-make, but couldn’t figure out what it was.

It was a DVD showing of THE HILLS HAVE EYES. Pretty gruesome in parts. But then again so was the original in its day.

I was flabbergasted that I was watching a horror film inside of a downtown bar. It just blew my mind. And there was so much time to pass before the music part of the night would even start.

I noticed that members of the POC band were already roaming around, but didn’t see the lead singer, POC herself around at all.

So then as it got near, I had to be escorted around the building and out to the back of the property. It was my first outdoor venue experience. And boy, was it humid. drff

The first band that played was DRIFTER. It was a cover band that plays only Iron Maiden songs.  I had watched towards the back for a while but eventually pushed my way forward by the end of their set.

It was unusual because the lead singer, I couldn’t figure out at all. The ambiguity was a thick cloud as I sat there all the way in the back. In leather pants and cut off jean jacket, emulating Bruce Dickinson, I was totally thrown when I heard “Hey, how ya doing??” spoken in a FEMALE voice.

So there they were. An Iron Maiden cover band with a female vocalist. Interesting. It was going to be an all female night.

In between sets, I had been communicating with POC’s mother. It was an interesting conversation as she had remembered me from last March at SXSW.

And then once I spoke in Spanish to the mother, it was all over. I don’t think that she spoke another word of English again, unless I had shown confusion to what she said.

And then, POC showed up. I wanted to scream. Because, yeah… I’m a dork like that. Dork Moment #1.

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POC playing at Gypsy Lounge.

Her mother snagged POC over and then POC smiled big. And she too, said that she remembered seeing me from before. I flipped out. I didn’t think that she would remember who I was. Dork Moment #2.

So she sat and talked with me. She had changed her hair color and hair style a bit. She used to be blonde but now its more of an auburn color. It looks REALLY red in certain lighting situations.

I didn’t mind getting up close to the stage but I did keep my distance. Eventually the band begged the crowds to come up closer to the stage because they couldn’t SEE them. And I was obviously the first person to run like hell to get to the stage. Dork Moment #3.

Centered and to the right, I sat there getting my face blown off with volumes of amplifiers…… losing my hearing. And loving each and every minute of it. Dork Moment #4.

I did notice that when POC would look at me and smile, she would shoot the “I Love You” sign, and then made another gesture to which I believed was her blowing a kiss. It was pretty damn awesome to have her on stage like that and acknowledge that I was there and for her to be doing that. I got all thrilled about it. Dork Moment #5.

And then, a character came out of nowhere that I named “Mr. Green Shirt.”

Mr. Green Shirt, I do not know who he was and I do not know anything about him. But he came to the stage and reached out for POC and she reached down at him. He grabbed her hand and did the chivalrous kiss on the hand. Until the guitar player got on the microphone and bellowed out, “AWWWWWWWWWWWW.”

I don’t know where Mr. Green Shirt came from. All I know is that he was wasted and probably thought that he was earning himself some points. Meanwhile, I didn’t worry about points. I concerned myself with the music and the awesome nature that is POC’s voice & vocal ability.

I think though that the only disappointment that I had through the whole set was that I was so close to the stage that I could see the set list laying at their feet, it was close enough to where I could read it. OOPS!! 130927_001

After the set, I got to hang out with the band. Having drinks, meddling in conversation, and just letting the night melt away without a care in the world.

I then received their five song CD, the mother went on a hunt to find the t-shirts. Both of which the mother simply let me have because I have been so supportive of her daughter.

I asked her if I could give her a hug and she accepted. Dork Moment #6.

POC then bought me a drink and then she vanished for a while. The band members were there.

Meanwhile, the TV sets on the outside were playing “EYES WIDE SHUT” which was a film that was really weird. Just a bunch of nudity and sex from what I saw, including the naked body of Nicole Kidman.

What the hell is wrong with this film??? I mean it got to me and under my skin.

I would then get pics with POC and believe you me, I acted like a complete idiot. Dork Moments #7 & 8.

Regardless of all that, I knew that the hour was getting late and I was going to have to call a taxi to get a ride home, being that I couldn’t make any of the city buses that were still running at that hour. I mean, I would have had to have gone a long, long, long ways before I got to a late night bus stop. And being that late at night… I wasn’t going to chance it.

So I said my farewells to POC and the band. And I begged her to come back and play soon. I mean I BEGGED her. Dork Moment #9. I mean how goofy could I have acted and behaved? And honestly…. how much damage did I actually do while being that way? Hopefully nothing that left a mark.

I went outside and I called for a taxi. But then I got the worst operator on the planet who didn’t really seem to want to do her job. I just needed a taxi. I’m pretty easy to spot, after all. But I got flack about how Sixth Street was closed. In which it wasn’t. I was watching taxis speed by left and right.

So eventually, I sat there like an idiot trying to hail a cab and I had no idea what I was doing. The cab company that I had called said that they were sending someone. But I had to watch out that it might be stolen by another customer.

There was a waitress that actually saw what I was doing, and she helped flag down this taxi driver from a DIFFERENT company. She was waving and running around as if the place was on fire and she needed to get his attention. Pretty funny but I got in.

The fare wasn’t bad at all. And so I came home. I was beyond Cloud Nine. Too excited from the night. And there was no way that I was going to go to bed.

A few minutes after being home, my cell phone rang to tell me that my cab was waiting for me outside. Ummmm… nope. I’m already home, you morons.

Now I sit here and hope and pray that POC will be returning again real soon. And if so, I’m going to do whatever I can to get to go. I know that POC added me on Facebook, so we’ll see. But it was a pretty awesome night.