Tacoma gringos Vamanos ( that's Spanish for "let's go ) started things off by giving us a tour of their garage. It's smoky as hell, and littered with Sonics 45s. In other words, pretty cool.
We were next, and tore the wooden roof off the joint. We debuted a few new tunes, and managed to not slip and plant our asses on the beer slick floor. At this point, I'm used to a crowd up front singing along with every word. The wild cards this night were the two drunk chicks in my face singing along to their own mental jukeboxes the entire show. Also of note was one of the gals haranguing all the bands to play "It's My Party" by Leslie Gore the entire night. Seems it was her birthday, and she reserved the right to cry if she wanted to. Guess she didn't get the memo...
Our pardners, the All American Playboys, closed the night with yet another rollicking set of beer soaked rock and roll mayhem. If you've never seen these guys, you really need to get off your ass and check 'em out. They have great songs, a great set of matching suits, and are more fun than playing Twister naked with the Olsen twins. And believe me - I know how much fun that is.
We left Stanwood with smiles on our faces, songs in our hearts, and bronchitis in our lungs. God that place was friggin' smoky!