First order of business was securing a bass player, which is harder than you may think in a town like this. But finally, we stumbled upon the one and only Chandler Kellogg, who came out with us for the weekend and did a fantastic job, and we look forward to working with him again.
Anyway, on to our glory days in Kentucky this weekend. After loading into the Escape Bar and Grill in Shepherdsville, we decided that we were hungry and wanted to get some food. This bar had food but let's just say we went down that road last time, and were ready to explore other options.
The beauty about this day and age is that good food is only a tap of a smartphone away. Chandler, the bass player and new guy, really stepped up as a new guy and pretty much demanded we go get some barbeque. And he found a place on his phone that, as he put it, "had a 5 star Yelp review." Well, you can't argue with Yelp I guess, so we google mapped the address and it took us to...Bearno's Pizza. Not Barbeque. Chandler was ready to reconsider his work arrangements for the weekend when we convinced him that we were starving, had to play soon, and didn't want to go 10 miles for barbueque when this pizz
a place would fit the bill just fine, but he finally relented and we went in.
This place was awesome. If you're ever in Shepherdsville, for whatever reason, check it out. The beer was cold, the pizza was hot, the waitresses were efficient...everything you want and nothing you expect from a restaurant before you have to play a gig. We had this barbeque chicken pizza (Greg's idea, seconded by Chandler) that was awesome.
The gig on Friday was good...went more or less as planned. Greg and a friend he met at the bar got absolutely schooled in beer pong during a set break...but to be fair, this bar did have some strange rules, and the table was most definitely not regulation size.
After we finished up at Escape, we went to the hotel which was a bit of a hike. But lucky, the place we played at, or thought we were playing at, was close by.
The next morning, we do the traditional Greg Burroughs Band Louisville Lunch, also known as the Red Robin Bar. Yummmmmmm. After which we do the traditional Greg Burroughs Band Find a Sports Memorabilia Store and Make Fun of Each Other's Teams For Having Stupid Crap To Sell. That takes a long time to say, so we'll just call it being ourselves.
We finally get to River Bottom Inn, the bar (read: lean-to) that will be hosting us for the evening's festivities. This time though, everything wasn't as normal. Another band was set up and ready to rock. And hang out for about 7 hours until they were supposed to play (they were from 15 minutes down the road). After much deliberation on part of the bar staff (all 2 of them there), they decided to keep the
other band (they had set up their sweet Marshall half stack already...would hate to have to put that back in the van...after all, what else was supposed to literally shake the entire block of houses (again, lean-tos)?) Since we had passed up more lucrative opportunities to honor our commitment here, we went outside to negotiate terms...a buy-out if you will. The other band, and the owner, offered several options:
1. We could stay and party for free, shower in the owner's mom's camper, and stay in the room upstairs (literally right above the bar.)
2. We could stay and party for free, not shower in the owner's mom's camper, and stay in the room upstairs.
3. We don't have to stay and party, but we can just stay in the owner's mom's camper and build a campfire down by the river. Showering was not a part of this buyout package.
4. We can just leave.
5. The owner and the other band can furiously rack their brains and try and figure out another bar in the area that just so happens to need a band.
Option 5 was pretty much decided for us. The owner, the other band, and a few locals really tried to brainstorm other performance opportunities for us and finally came up with one that they were sure needed a band tonight. How, you ask, were they sure? Because last night, at the bar the guitar player's friend was at, the owner of the other bar's girlfriend (or something) was heard saying that the band that was going to be at her bar had backed out. Jackpot!! We furiously tried to iPhone this place. A number popped up and....bam, disconnected. Tried 411....no listing. Found a similar sounding listing and what do you know...an 11 digit phone number. Weird. Just as we're about to cash in our chips and leave, the guitar player runs out telling us he has a perfect gig booked at the Dew Drop Inn, right down the road in Flaherty, Ky.
He began by telling us he could give us "good-ass" directions to the place as to where we could "find it for sure." We simply told him an address would suffice, since between us, we had plenty of resources (aka phones) to get to where we needed to go. Turns out this pl
ace is unlisted, too. But all we had to do was to find the bar with the "upside down Jap bike." He must have said that about 25 times. Lo and behold:
We had found it. The Dew Drop Inn!!As we load in, a helpful from cook from the bar offered to give us a hand. Appreciating his genuine offer to help, we discussed pertinent topics such as why the hell were we there, where the hell we were, what the hell were we doing there, and why the hell where we there, again. After he realized we were kinda there by accident, he was telling us about all the business the bar had to offer.
It sounded like the pitch any bar offers...Happy hour was from 6 to 9, and beers were $1.50 instead of $1.75. This all sounded normal, until I realized that he was not talking about 6 to 9 pm...happy hour is at SIX O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dear sweet Jesus.
After we load in, my several Diet Mountain Dews from the trip over had made their way through my body and it was time to use the facilities. I found many, many interesting tidbits in this bathroom, such as:
Apparently, the Freemasons built this bathroom.
And they are very clearly concerned about sanitation...
Mary, how are your headlights? Do you need help changing a bulb? Hmm, something tells me that they're not referring to car parts.I can't complete the blog post without some pictures of the backyard of the bar. Yes, the bar had a backyard.
This is clearly the place for this car. 
Look carefully and you will see some Flaherty, KY ingenuity. If you need a sun umbrella for a picnic table and don't have one, but have a short telephone pole, and a giant spare satellite dish laying around, then you're all set!!!Oh, and one more from the bathroom:
Just in case you got thirsty in there.Thanks again for reading...seems like Brian Mullen's family is all over it...thanks guys!!! See you soon.
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