(Getting home before daylight isn't the problem this week. Getting to bed before about two is, for reasons I will explain later. However, I is a professional.)

Last night's show at Tribeca features not only Gloryhound & the Skyhawks (and if you make it out to one of their shows, do check out Scotty's artwork on the haiku chalkboard. Last night's drawing looked like Sam the American Eagle crossed with Fluffy from the first Harry Potter movie--yes, I know, Fluffy is really Cerberus, but trust me--Fluffy)--

Sorry, I digress.

( Two bands for the price of one behind the cut! )

Just about at the end of the first break a crowd of people came in together, apparently in town for a wedding. They started the night mostly in the little private section at the back, but eventually ventured out and started dancing, at which point things livened up considerably. I missed one of our regulars (at least, I didn't see her) but another guy who used to come out all the time reappeared and was mighty impressed with the new-to-him songs.

I wandered out into the night in the knowledge that I'll be back tonight, at least for a while, for Harbourfire's show--I don't think I'll be able to stay for the whole thing but I'll let you know how the first set goes.