Is it possible to have jetlag when you haven’t flown anywhere? I swear that I have had jetlag for the last week. At first, I blamed it on my allergies and the medicine I was taking to suppress the sneezing and runny eyes. Then I blamed it on the time change for daylight savings time. It could also be because we went from triple digit heat to cold Fall-like weather. Whatever the reason, I have had no energy recently. At 8 PM last night, it felt later than most midnights do.
I called the club to see when the Halloween show was going to begin. The guy that answered the phone said eight was the start time. I haven’t been to the Capitol Garage in awhile, but I knew that their shows didn’t have a consistent start time. I also knew that eight meant nine. I was just too sleepy to stay home any longer. I would have fallen asleep on my couch for sure, so I drove the two miles to the club at about eight, chewing a half-dozen Penguin Mints between gulps of Dr. Pepper.
The place was practically empty when I got there. I was going to order a beer (they don’t serve hard liquor), but I saw a sign on the counter for some ‘elixir’ teas with names like ‘powerplant’ or something, so I ordered one lemon flavored pick-me-up and sat down to read a throw-away tabloid, while I waited for the show to begin. It seemed like forever. Eight slowly became nine, and was knocking hard on ten before the first band (of three) began playing.
I don’t remember their name, but I think it had the words “rock star” in it, and they were from LA. The three-piece band wasn’t bad, but the music was for sitting in a booth at a smoky bar, drinking whisky and flicking ashes. Being one of maybe half-a-dozen people in the audience didn’t add to the atmosphere at all. They had promise, but the promise wasn’t kept, last night anyway.
The second band took a while to set up, and they could have saved everyone the trouble by not going through with it. I remember their name, but I will give them the benefit of the doubt and ignore the lousy set they performed. Maybe it was the night. Maybe it was my mood. Maybe they really sucked, but they’re getting a free pass this time by being ignored.
I had heard the bar manager say that the music had to stop at midnight. It was close to 11:30 before Tsar started playing. It wasn’t their fault, but they only had a little over half an hour to do their show. They tried hard.
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.