A Brotha Finally Gets Paid

A big "thank you" to everyone who came to see us at Burt's Tiki Lounge Wednesday night. For those who couldn't make it, you missed out. The opening band was a 40+ year-old, methed-out, emaciated version of Rod Stewart who, accompanied by a bass player and a laptop played more than an hour of cover songs.

I thought the laptop was just going to serve as a drum machine. Nope, it was more like karaoke. The backup tracks included drums, keyboards, backup vocals and guitar solos. They rocked Pink Floyd, Peter Gabriel and the Rolling Stones. All the while, the singer's eyes bugged out and he had to keep sticking his tongue out. Frightening. When he finally spoke it was like, "Garble, garble, garble, more songs, garble, garble. "

Though we thought we were going to play around 9:30 p.m., we finally took the stage around 11:30. I am happy to report that it was our best show to date. Even more important, the show at Burt's marks a first - the first time I have ever gotten paid for playing music. The band earned $30. That's right - $10 per band member. I am now technically a professional musician. Sweet.

F&*# the Informer played last and put on a very entertaining show including props such as a female mannequin leg and a torso wearing a fur coat. After seeing them only one time, I dare say that they may be the best SLC punk band since Homesick.