Internet buddy, Chase, gave a recommendation for a Charleston, SC, group, The Explorer's Club a couple of months ago in his blog, Dirty Thoughts in this post. I commented that I'd try to catch them if they ever got out to my neck of the woods. Well, they played last night at Windjammers in the Isle of Palms. The Isle of Palms is about an hour and a half drive from the Boro, and is just North of Charleston. The show wasn't supposed to start until 10:00 p.m., which should've put me home at about 2:30 a.m. (it didn't actually start until 10:30, and I didn't get back until 3:30 a.m.), and since this was technically my weekend with the Lads, the prospects of my being able to go looked bleak. At 2:30 p.m. yesterday, Tyler was able to talk his mamma into letting them spend Saturday night with her in Beaufort (Mom, please! I've got another date. Puh-Leez!). Great. Pouring rain, and no one to go with me (okay, I'll grant you, five hours isn't a bunch of notice), but I told Chase I'd see these guys, and by golly I was gonna see these guys. I was not disappointed.
First order of business: find some people to hang out with. Randy and Cynthia from Greenwood, SC, were a lot of fun (though, being good Baptists, they weren't drinking with me).
I talked to a few other folks, as well. Hey, Chase, looks like this guy's from your neck of the woods. But you don't care about all that, do you? I'll right, I'll bring out the band. Here, listen (Here, Hear?). 
Sure, they sound like the Beach Boys, but these aren't wannabees. This is their gig. These guys were the real thing. And, though it's cliche', you really got to see them live. It's all about the music, baby! The set was late, and short, because another band, The Unusual Suspects, followed.
The Unusual Suspects were pretty good. They did an excellent cover of Tom Petty's "I Need to Know". They sang well. They played their instruments well. And they were "pretty". Maybe that's what bugged me: Everything was too perfect. The Explorer's Club were kind of like Jack Black's band in School of Rock; the Unusual Suspects were kind of like the band that kicked Jack Black out to get prettier, more formulaic replacements. That said, the Unusual Suspects seem to have the tools to do well.
...and check this out: The drummer, Neil, and one of the guitarists, Jimmy, from the Explorer's Club let me pull a Chase and get my picture with them (and Jimmy let me hold his guitar!).
11 comments:
How come you didn't get up there and sing with them? That would have been fun to see, especially after a few drinks. :)
Sweet Jebus, you out Chased the Chaser, you got to hold the guiter!? You rock, SD!
Glad you liked them, hey, nice couple you found to hang with, my first job, back in '88, was with the Index-Journal newspaper in Greenwood. Nice town, if a tad conservative ...
What a great post!
You need to come out to Denver to hang out for a vacation, come stay with us and rock out in Denver!
I dunno, Tam. My mom once got me a card that said people would rather hear me sing than eat; especially those people that had heard me eat. Best for everyone I said off the stage.
Man, Chase, Greenwood, too? Denver's got to look like Eden after the outposts you've had. I'd love to get out there (Denver, not Greenwood). Andy says you and Saralee are great hosts, and the area is beautiful. I'm not sure if my liver'd survive it...
How adventurous of you. Sounds like a good time(even with the Baptists).
And don't be hatin' on the pretty people. They need love too (ask Kate).
If you drive out to visit Chase, you can stop by IL and I'll help you do some warm up excercises for your liver (because I'm such a giving person).
Well, John, it was the Explorer's Club, so adventure seemed appropriate. Shoot, maybe I could take a blog tour. Col in NY, you in the Quad Cities, Chase in Denver, QJ in St. Looey, and Andy and Kate in Tampa. 'Course, the Public Defender's Office's got to start paying me a lot better to make that happen. Bet it'd be fun, though.
Sorry I passed on the opportunity to hang with the new concert King. Lynrd Skynrd is coming to my rock in two weeks if you want to start your tour here in Hilton Head.
Well, Amy, I knew five hours wasn't much notice. Anyway, thanks for the Skynyrd invite (just saw 'em a coupla months ago. Man, didn't know they'd be in the Lowcountry, though).
So how exactly does a dude ask another dude to "hold his guitar?" heehee
You're a funny gal, Star.
Geez, look at the junk I miss by not having the net. It's on order, yes it is. I'll be regular in a week. Until then, I'm gonna be a grump!
Be a grump, chump. Glad you're finally getting regular.
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