It was obvious that Tsar is a professional band. That doesn't have anything to do with whether they make any money with their music. They just went about their work with a sense of purpose that the other two bands lacked. Tsar was there to entertain, even if the audience didn't make it.

The four-piece group played rock with some pop hooks. There was one slow song, but everything else was fast and catchy. It was really unfair to judge them, based on this one night's short performance in a small club with such a tiny audience, but they did their best to please. I give them credit for making an effort.

Is Tsar the greatest rock band ever, like Tony Pierce always raves? I don't think so, but they were definitely good. Give them a better night, in a club filled with people ready to party and I'm sure they would be great. On this evil night when Sacramento literally seemed dead, being a "good" band was a pretty big accomplishment.

I took the photo above to show how small the crowd was. Well, not really. I took it to show the lady in black to the right in the picture. She had been rubbing up against me several times, supposedly to squeeze past me in the 'crowded' club. When I took this photo, she noticed the flash and came upstairs to stand beside me.

At first she just raved about the great spot I had found for getting shots of the band. Then she introduced herself as Sabrina (name changed) and talked about how surprised she was at the small crowd. She kept telling me that she was going to be at a certain club the next night. I said that I wanted to take her photo, so she threw her long dark hair forward, over her face a couple of times to fluff it up, and then put her hands on her hips and gave me this shy-porno-girl-giving-head-and-looking-up-into-my-eyes-smile. I snapped the picture.

When I showed her the shot on my camera's LCD screen, she pretended to be upset because of how much cleavage I caught. She told me to delete it, but I said "no". I won't post it here though. The photo above does her no justice. Anyway, she was with someone. I didn't get into that, with her. She went back downstairs, and I followed a little later. Maybe I might accidentally run into her again tonight.