The other night Royal played their first show. And it's pretty unanimous--they were the shit. Everyone was all quite comfortably smooshed together inside of what used to be a speak easy during the prohibition--drinkin' pineapple beers and wondering if the belly dancer is going to lose the sword that she has balanced so precariously atop her head. To everyone in the bar who kept asking me, I'm fairly confident that Royal did not hire the belly dancer ladies. I can't say for sure but my theory is that they know good music when they hear it and they follow it. I can only speak for myself but I didn't think that them being there felt weird, either, because it kind of all fit together in a strange way. I've been in a mood that just accepts the bizarre, lately, though. And there seems to be a lot of bizarre in this world.
|Katie, Kristin, Libby, Willy, Ryan, fish bowl.|