BART CROW - DIARY

Hmmm... about this weekend.

It was like buying a new car and wrecking it leaving the lot. Or, scoring a touchdown and then having some creep tackle you in the endzone to put you out of the game. In other words Thursday gig at Bostocks was great!! It seems to get better each time the BCB plays. We would like to thank those old fans and new ones alike for your continued support. It's what gets us through the not so great gigs....

Friday night at the Backyard Club in Dallas had some potential but might have been slow because of the colder weather. Let's just say that's what it was. Anyway, the place is cool with sand volleyball, a pool, open area for horseshoes and bocce ball, as well as, out door dining and drinking. The food there was tasty and highly recommended.

Okay, on to the road trip to Onalaska (on Lake Livingston, if you didn't know... we sure didn't). After running out of gas and coasting for a couple of miles to a station outside of Huntsville, we should have turned and went home. Paul, Chuck, and Ronny had to do a little "Flintstoning" to make it the last few yards but truck and trailer made it fine. After a fill-up and a laugh (smoke and a pancake) we got back on the road.

Little did we know we were entering the Realm of Rudeness.... Dunh Dunh Duuunnnnnhhh

I'm going to not mention any real names of the rude people we encountered during our brief stay in the Onalaska/Livingston area. But I will break them down and describe the key players. I don't mean to offend, just point out how ridiculous people can be.

* "I work at a Super 8 Girl" - yes you do and you'll probably never leave unless you change your attitude....by the way, when's checkout?

* "'Ya'll can't play Wayland' Guy" - This was the first guy in the Class of '69 reunion to really start the rude ball rolling. You just don't do that. If you don't like it then you can leave. No one paid you to be there. But they did pay the band to be.

* "Play some old country Lady" - again one of the Class of '69 that wanted to hear some dancing tunes. Okay, fair enough. The BCB played Folsom Prison, Outlaw Bit, Good-Hearted Women, but did she dance? Nope. Just complained. Again, take your classmate and go to a dancehall. Besides, almost everyone of the BCB tunes are extremely danceable. Give peace a chance, lady!!

* "'Are you smiling?' Guy" - a drunk yahoo that wanted to start trouble at the end of the night. It could've gotten ugly, but luckily there were a couple of good people to help him out the door and out of our faces.

* "Play some Merle Haggard, you Mother F&*%#!" - uncalled for. Not only does that make you look like a jackass, it's not what the BCB is about. They were hired to play THEIR show, not an all-request hour. Don't get us wrong, we dig those guys, but the BCB and other upcoming original artists are also trying to make it like Merle, Willie, etc... and no one like yourself will ever realize that.

* "Did you get your MILK Girl" - This was the last member of the Rudeness 6, but one to put the cherry on top. I guess if I worked at Whataburger on a Sunday morning in Livingston (why can't that be a cool town?), TX, I'd be a grumpy goose, too. Next time DYGYM Girl, you can redeem yourself by simply saying, "Excuse me sir, did the cashier give you your milk?" No more and no less. Simple etiquette that was probably learned in Kindergarten by most people.

Okay, enough ranting. The point is that rudeness will get you nowhere in our book. We're liable to let you know that you acting that way and be on our way. It's a common decency issue, and it's sad that me and whoever else (Bart, Paul, Chuck, etc...) feel the need to write in this blog about anything less than a great time. But it happens sometimes...

I don't want to leave on a sour note, because there were some cool people we met in Onalaska. Here they are in much of the same format:

* Johnna Lister, Chris Gordon, and staff - thanks for being so cool and providing a really awesome place to play. Too bad the atmosphere couldn't have been better. The bar setup is very country club/lake side lounge. I dig it.

* "Root Beer" - this is the guy that cheered us up after the depressing first set. With remarks like "If I get a little twisted I'm going to hide behind that bush.... I'd climb it if it was tall enough." and, "Look at my hat, it just springs back!", who could not get in a better mood. He was all about having a good time and forgetting the party poopers inside.

* "Handson Waverly" - the old man that gave us the hearty wave between Huntsville and Point Blank. What a simple gesture, but it means alot to him as his gift to passerbys.

Thanks.

We'll see you on the road...