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March 22, 2010
Road Trip!
“Tonight Only, The Weasel”:Settling into a booth in the back, we ordered a couple of rounds as the MC made a weary introduction and onto the stage strolled a Navajo Indian with one of the largest Afro's I have ever personally witnessed. It was spectacular, and when combined with his boot cut Wranglers and pearl buttoned drug store cowboy shirt, he looked like the bastard love child of Freddie Fender and Bootsy Collins. He was a solo act but sharing the stage with him was a small black box, a remote synthesizer of some sort whom he introduced as "The Boys". After a bit of banter with those seated up front, he flipped a switch on the box and "The Boys" began performing lead, rhythm, and percussion while "The Weasel", strolling from table to table and occasionally to the bar for a shot of courage, performed the vocals. -- Get your feet wet: « westsound modern
Posted by Vanderleun at March 22, 2010 11:19 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.