Kingtone

Reno. Weird show. Tough and brutal sounding at times. Very different from the others so far…for one, we set up right next to a pool table in the basement lounge of a hipster bar fer chrissake… In between bits, there was dead silence. Yes, there were people there. The silence was a little unnerving, but David came to the rescue once again, jumping off his drum stool and theatrically getting into everyone’s faces, which seemed to work wonders. We made $40. That’s $105 so far. At least that pays for gas to Boise.

Nat Sherman cigarettes, Basil Hayden whiskey, dim lighting, tattooed lovely bartenders. This is what I want to remember. Not the bleak look on the out of shape, bored, incredibly poorly dressed retired folk, comatose in front of the endless rows of slot machines.

My 1940’s dress up fantasy gambling weekend is just that.