Somebody in food service had a sense of humor.
The sternos, the plates and coffee maker all heated up the annual holiday party for hotel workers at the Connery convention center last weekend.
Why didn’t we know to tell you of this beforehand? For one thing: Private party. For another: None of the bands believed it was really going to happen,
“It paid real money. But i don’t think they’ d even heard us when they asked us,” conjectured Plates keyboardist Ronnie plate. Is she sure nobody requested as much as a demo tape? “Positive. We don’t even have a demo tape.”
Intrigued, we tracked down the social committee of the hotel employees’ local. Seven phone calls later, we found out who booked the bands. Turns out we could have got his info much quicker by just raising our voice anytime at the Bullfinch.
The bands were recommended by Q, tireless servant of the scene, who turns out to work in the laundry room at the Connery two overnight shifts a week. (What does this guy not do?). Q, ever conscious of the integrity of our hardy scene, thought it would look better if the booking went through proper channels. So he passed oh his suggestions to the appropriate committee, who trusted his punning instincts and made the bookings.
Q, ever the unassuming humbleton, apparently didn’ t mention his involvement to anyone. Nobody is surprised by that. The bands just wish they knew so they could thank him.
So the gig went well then?
“Bunch of shitfaced workers kicking back in a ballroom while somebody else does the work they usually do? This was nirvana for them,” quoth a Plate. Plenty of spooning afterwards at that gig, we reckon.
In the usual places: Audrey and the Peapods with Luxor and Tress at the Finch tomorrow (bring a present for a tot and get in free)… Sea Drift and Asian Birds at Hamilton’s also tomorrow, following a Happy Hour acoustic set by Avignon Bright… Tress again two nights from now, kicking off the Woodruff/Aquatique bill at Dollaire’s. As local openers, they’ve been granted a whopping 20 minutes and no sound check. You’re better off catching them at the Finch…