(this is part *1* in The Supper Club series)

The Supper Club - Wednesday, November 25, 1999
BY: Meisje
BIG BAD VOODOO DADDY!

It was about a quarter after 7 p.m. or so, and Lesley and I were standing outside the Supper Club waiting for Mary, Rose, and co. Then, two leather jacketed men came strolling out the doors: it was Kurt and Scotty--Scotty sans hat, sans hair, Kurt with hair slightly more than peach fuzz. And they be lookin' fine.

As we eyed the two talking to the official-looking bouncer guy standing outside the doors, I said to Lesley, full of awe, "Ok....how do I assess this situation?"

"You don't," she said flatly. Then I was pretty much at a loss.

They came over and both recognized Lesley. She broke the news to them that they weren't going to be interviewed after all, and they were all "awww!" They said they would make it up to her. Score! They went off down the street to find dinner.

Mary, Rose, and co. arrived a bit after that, and we got on line. The doors opened at 8. Lesley was only able to get 2 aftershow passes--she originally came striding in with 4, but the staff guy said, oops, sorry, it's only pass plus one guest. So she was left with the 2. I got to hold one. :) We had to check our bags, though--and no peekture taking, and I didn't want to risk my camera being taken away.

The stage? About 1 and 1/2 feet high. That's it. We staked out a place up front and center, as usual. The microphone stands were INCHES away from us. Mary touched one, for good luck and happy thoughts, I suppose. The stage itself was pretty small, not so much room to move around, really. But the decor was funky. There was a huge grinning pyramid as the backdrop, two carved pumpkins with a glowing red light in 'em on either side of the drumset, and the podiums were decorated with more weirdass artwork from the new CD.

As time ticked away, the dance floor was crowding with people. But we left a little space (6 inches) between us and the stage in case the Dads decided to get feisty. And they did.

A little after 9, the swing renditions of beloved classics such as "The Mission Impossible Theme Song," and "The James Bond Theme Song" were replaced by this damn funky drumbeat and the lights were dimmed --showtime! Les, Mary, and I began to do our choreographed dance we do to hypnotize unsuspecting Daddies (i.e., shaking our hips and waving our arms in a snake-like manner).
(Lesley: this has a very long story attached to it.  DO NOT attempt under normal circumstances)

They came out one by one, and there were screams galore. Kurt scream, scream scream, Andy Karl more screaming, scream, Kid screeeeam, Josh scream scream, Dirk SCREAM (me), Scotty SCREAM (everyone).

A fruckin' great show. They played a nice mix of their 2 CDs (although I relly would have liked to have heard "2000 Volts" or "Old MacDonald").

Highlights:
1) During one of Josh's spotlighted piano solos, Andy stole Karl's glasses off his face and ran around with them.
2) As Les said, Karl with glasses is hot, but Karl without glasses is HOT.
3) During one of Glen's solos, Andy took pictures of our little group up front. I saw him, he saw me, and I started making funny faces at him as he aimed the camera.
4) We were SO close that we had to back up a bit when Steimy [Mike] (the new trombone player's nickname) came up and took his solos, or else we woulda been decapitated. Or at least gotten an eye poked out.
5) Ron (the B trumpet player) is hot.
6) Dirk has new dance moves. Some fancy footwork, a bit of cha cha here, a bit of hand-on-hip rhumba there, and I'm melted buttah.
7) The stage was so low we could SEE KURT.
8) Karl had nothing to climb up on. Good.
9) For the extended solo during "Jump With My Baby," the horn section paraded OFF the stage, RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE of the crowd. Right in front of my face. Right THERE. As they came back up towards the stage, some chick grabbed Karl's instrument (his SAX, you gutterhead). As Les said afterwards, not a cool thing. You don't grab a man's instrument. Anything but his instrument.
10) When Scotty sang the line "I'm a sinner V.I.P." he kinda tugged at his pants. Ya know, that little upwards tug at the beltline. I snarfed.
11) Dirk did the cutest bird and monkey sound effects during "Mambo Swing."
12) Their obligatory snippet of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" during "So Long, Farewell, Goodbye" totally rocked the house. We were all pogoing like MAD.

Some random incidents:
Towards the end of the show and for the encore, this drunk chick edged her way up between me and Lesley. She wasn't that bad--but her companion, a drunk guy, was on my right, his drink right next to my ear and in danger of splashing me if I jumped too heartily. He kept screaming GO DADDYO! YES SIR! WOOHOO! YES! DADDYO! GO DADDYO! and was singing horribly off-key and ridiculously slurred as the band did "Minnie the Moocher."
And after the show, as Les, Mary and I were exiting the bathroom, a guy in a zoot suit, with an exaggerated NY accent (as IF ::rolls eyes::), dropped the worst pickup line ever: "Would youz ladies like some o' my popcorn?" Really, he had a bag of popcorn.

On to the aftershow proceedings. The plan was to pass around the...er, pass, to Mary and Rose. So, Les and I went upstairs, and waited a bit before we were let into the private room. It was probably 11:30 or so when we went in. And the little room was filled with people, sprinkled with Daddies. There was a huge open closet on one side (I forgot to check for stray underwear), and a table laden with drinks, glasses, and goodies on the opposite side.

The first Daddy we ran over--I mean, ran across was Ron. Les was already pally with him, so she introduced me to him.

He's hot. Kind of a Ben-Afflecky-Christian-Slatery-kinda-thingie going on.

Anyhoo. They chatted a bit about how he was getting over his double ear infection, as I contemplated how hot he was, double ear infection or not. Then it was time to scour the rest of the room. I'm not good at mingling, especially if there are hotmales around, so I figured the best bet was to stick with Les.

Kurt was next. He gave Les a hug, and she went on to esplain the whole cancelled-interview fiasco to him. When she introduced me to him, I said I'd actually met him before at the Roseland--and he remembered. He asked if we'd enjoyed the show. I said the stage was so LOW, everyone was in our face, it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen, yay, we could finally SEE you playing...

And he said, "I saw you singing along to all the words, that was really nice--you even sang all the horn parts!"
I laughed. Les said, "Yes, she has a tendency to do that.."
"Yes, I do..."
Kurt went on, "I saw you there just boppin along..!"
And he scatted a bit and kinda did this little dance that I admit I was doing........

Dirk was the next victim. After he greeted Les with a hug, she introduced me to him, I said hi, and he said hi, and oh yes, he remembered meeting me, yes, at the Roseland show. I said "I never told you my name only because I keep forgetting it when I talk to you."
"Awwww..." he said with a huge smile, and I promptly told him my name before I forgot it again.
Les and I talked to him about how we could stow away on the bus so we could go to the Long Island show. We'd be no problem, as we could fit anywhere--overhead compartment, under the seats, wherever--and Dirk agreed that we were the perfect size to smuggle aboard.

Well, I have no idea how this happened, but Lesley drifted off to talk to Karl, leaving me with Dirk. I was actually pretty clam (yes, clam) the entire time, a bit giddy perhaps, but clam nevertheless. We talked about the band's website, how I dedicated a shrine to him on my own site (he said he wanted to see it), and...the Beatles. When I apologized for my voice being so hoarse from screaming all night, he said,
"Would you like something to drink?"

Um.....why the hell not????

So he went over to the table and I followed him (the man is a huge manly man...) when I passed Josh, who had his back to me and was talking to someone else...

Josh made a sudden arm movement, and he accidentally smacked me upside de head.

"Oh, I'm SORRY!" he burst out.
I just laughed, holding and patting the hand that hit me.
That was hysterical.

Dirk poured me a strawberry smoothie into a wine glass, which was incredibly nice of him. It was then that I thought about how totally insane this whole episode was--Dirk had poured me a drink. Yes. Okay. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

After that, as I drank that smoothie down, I listened in on a convo between Dirk and this woman in a red dress. Then I realized I was spending way too much time there. I finished my drink up and zipped over to Les, who was with Karl. I said I was going to look for Mary, and I quickly shook Karl's hand before zipping over to the door. Before I zipped downstairs, a staff guy said they were going to close in five minutes. Zipping downstairs, I found the club had basically emptied. I went out into the vestibule and saw no one there. After much zipping around, I zipped back upstairs and told Les, who was talking to Dirk, that everyone was gone.

Les and I had to make our last round of Daddies.
 
We said goodbye to Dirk, who said he would get in touch with me about my website.
 
We said goodbye to Kurt, and I told him he had a nice suit.

Les said goodbye to Josh. And then I shook his hand, saying, "Hi! Remember me? You slapped me a few minutes ago!"
"Hi! I'm so sorry about that! Are you ok??"
"Aw, yeah, never mind--I was slapped by a Daddy!" I said reverently, like it was a religious experience. It kinda was, actually. Maybe I can play the piano better now.

Les said goodbye to Glen, who then introduced her to...his wife. She was a decent, pretty, normal-looking brunette.
 
And here's where I put my foot in my mouth again. Why, dear Beef, WHY? Ok, I TRY to talk to Glen. I TRY. I REALLY DO.
 
"Hi, I actually met you a while ago, when you played the Roseland..."
"Oh, yeah, I remember..!"
"OH God." And I'm basically running on auto-pilot. "So, I have this website about the band, and on it, I have this...thing dedicated to you."
"Ah, thank you..!"
"Yeah, it's just full of...psycho ramblings..."

Like I needed to explain to him that I wasn't already psycho.

I think Ron was the last one.
Ron's hot. Ok.

No bald Scotty for me :(

So...Les and I went back downstairs, got our coats and bags, and found Mary, Rose, and the guys standing outside. They were kicked out. It was midnight.

Um, so that's my side of the storeee. :)

Must go and fix up my Shrine to Dirk before someone in particular sees it.

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