Full Moon Prophets @the Union Club

I'm in love; it's the real thing this time; all the others were mere infatuations. Not only does Teri Lavette meet my minimum age requirement, she plays bass and sings in a rock band. How cool is that? She sang a Sheryl Crow song asking the question, "If it makes you happy, why are you so sad," that gave me chills. I must mention she is in a relationship, and my ethics prohibit me from interfering in relationships, except to help them last. Oh well, I don't mind having another lovely, talented friend. Teri works the open mike night at the Union Club on Thursdays, as well as playing with the Full Moon Prophets, who appeared there on Saturday, March 14.



Full Moon Prophets is a quartet, playing hard-rock oldies, usually emphasizing a solid bass line. Although I am an oldie, I tend to avoid oldies music. Therefore let me change that description to the one the band uses, "blues-R&B-rock-jam group." In addition to Teri, I found some other pleasant surprises with the Prophets. Several of my all time favorites turned up in their playlist, the saxophone adds a jazzy touch to the sound, and everybody takes the music seriously. They can rock, fill a dance floor and raise the temperature.



I should have asked the guest performer how to spell his name. It is pronounced Yummi (Yummy, Yummie ?) He played the big drums, as well.


A group of fun-seekers, with exceptional hair, picked a good night to visit the club.






Full Moon Prophets appears at the club monthly and will return on Friday, April 24. They also have upcoming dates in Whitefish, at Great Northern, on April 10 & 11. Beyond that, check their website here.

There are 100 images of Full Moon Prophets on the flickr archive. Look for the same title, as this post, among the sets.

Another Zootown Underground Report

In the underground, powerful talismans lined the walls,


pagan drums were pounded,



dinosaurs were denied,




and fire was juggled.


The Mermaid arrives and points out it is time for the photographer to be photographed.

So here I am, the old kitchenpoet, Olshittay, friend to all women everywhere, including witches and goddesses.

Spring Arrives

For a month every time people have enjoyed a moderate day and used the "s" word, mother nature has hit us with two inches of snow and cold wind. Today is the first day of spring, since the equinox occurred at 5:44am Missoula time. Now, we should be able to use the word without fear of retribution.

This just in: the headliners for the Sunday show at the Other Side have canceled and the show is off, according to Thomas Pendarvis, whose band, the March of the Black Queen, was scheduled for the event. That makes the Palace the only place to be this Sunday night.

St Patrick's Day Parade

On my way to the parade, I spotted this little fellow hiding in the grass. When I reached the XXXs, the parade was in formation, ready to roll.

There were a number of classic vehicles, the Corvettes being my favorites. Over on the flickr archive, I have more vehicles, plus at least one shot of every Corvette in the parade (I hope). Car lovers can check them out.




There were three groups of midget-cars and riders. Whatever the yellow four-wheelers run on stank up the street. I have to be honest. They were all a hoot to photograph. An orange truck with a green driver ended the parade.


Someone near me, along the parade route, pointed out the "Russian" wolfhounds to his kids. For photos of the Irish wolfhounds in the parade, check the flickr site. This picture is, of course, not of a hound, but of a member of the audience, intrigued by my approach.

Friday, the 13th in Zootown

The once unnamed band, which had been Thug Life, is now Dr Agony and the Mystery Date. I don't know what the Dr Agony part is about, but I like Mystery Date. Pay attention zootown, there's some serious young star power developing here.








Electric Dandelion was set up and ready to go, at a house party, awaiting the arrival of their front man Kalen. I recently covered their show at the Palace. This night's performance ended soon, as the old wiring couldn't supply enough juice to power the band.



Mikki said my flash bothered her, and I began to shoot at slow shutter speeds with available light. I've been experimenting with this for a week or two.

When the musicians became giants, the one limitation of the basement venue became apparent. It was a wild and woolly night in the underground, beneath ZACC.



Pluto's a Planet capped the evening, at Dauphine's.




I can't be everywhere, but sometimes I try and I'm too old for that. This body can only handle so much coffee, and I need my eight hours.

Last night, was another marathon night, much like First Friday, a week earlier. Last week still isn't handled, but time is flexible and re-arrangeable in our new world. Thus, I simply must handle Friday, the 13th, first, and then go back to last week to finish off First Friday.

I started the evening with Mystery Date, because I saw them at the Palace and enjoyed their set. See that event in a previous post and on the flickr archive. Find more of Friday, the 13th, as well.

From Dauphine's, I rushed to a Northside house party for Knot Knocked Up, but arrived as they began their last number. Electric Dandelion set up to play next, but the old house refused to cooperate, electrically, and the band packed it in. It wasn't a long walk to ZACC, where Bridgebuilder was performing in the basement. Then it was back to Dauphine's, where Pluto's a Planet was the final act.

Thomas Pendarvis has added producer to his credits, with several fine cutting-edge programs at Dauphine's. Dauphine's is moving into the building with the Badlander and the Palace. It's happening now.

Goddammitboyhowdy is coming to the ZACC basement. I missed them twice at the Badlander, and they cancelled a show at the Lab, when I was there and waiting. They will be here Saturday, March 28. Raw Nerves, from Portland, and two other bands are also on the bill for that event.

First Friday w/Zeppo @theClub

Zeppo is becoming a tradition at the Union Club on First Friday of each month. Once more, in March, the club reached capacity and late arrivals had to wait for someone else to leave before they could enter.

Chuck Lester was in rare form and played with the audience.





What can one do with Pete except admire his sartorial splendor? Well, you can admire his musical talents, which are extensive. You can also go the Stringed Instrument Division at 500 N. Higgins (in the building with MCAT), M-F, 10-2, and learn more about stringed instruments than you thought possible. You can even buy one from the large selection Pete has on sale.



Chuck took time out to dance, while Ruthie did the singing.