About a month ago, at the We the Sea Lions show, I was talking with Lee Allen (better known as Lee Zur Ly of Rivercrest Yacht Club) about his new gig. Turns out he's the manager of Buttons Restaurant, and he told me about a jazz brunch they have on Sundays. I checked the on-site calendar and saw Rodney Bowens was playing at 1 p.m. Button's is famous for its chicken and waffles, and it has jazz on a Sunday afternoon -- how's a boy to resist that?
Pretty easily, it seems.
I showed up on Sunday about 12:45 p.m. and they were setting up a big screen of some sort in the main room. The hostess came by and gave us a flashy pager and told us it would be 45 minutes. I asked if there was going to be music, an un-apologetic "no" was all we got. I decided on a less-crowded Maharaja farther down Hulen for a tasty vindaloo brunch.
That's OK, this is Funkytown, and there is always music happening here. I saw on the Face machine that Yucatan Taco Stand was having a new open mic on Sundays. I called to make sure, and then I made my way to Fairmount. But Yucatan was Zen on music as well. They apologized, but it turns out the restaurant hasn't quite worked out the final details on the open-mic show. Interested musicians should e-mail YTSmusic12@yahoo.com.
After some desperate searching I finally got a Facebook message from rock 'n' roll videographer Joe Easton. It seems that the band Whiskey Dick had landed back home after a long tour, and it was throwing a bash at Bronco's Sports bar in Hurst. I jumped in my car and punched Bronco's into my GPS, which promptly led me to a self-store lot in North Richland Hills. After consulting Google maps a few times (which I should have done to begin with), I found the place.
The party was called Sausage Fest, and for the $5 price of admission you got a show with six bands and a feast. There was a table just inside the door with piles of kielbasa, link sausage and corn on the cob. I stuffed myself and took a seat near the stage to see what was left of the show. One Fingered Fist from Weatherford was taking the stage.
One Fingered Fist is a punk/metal/comedy kind of band. The band's page describes says: "In a nutshell: We turn our amps up really loud and play faster than rabbits f___." The band members are Professor Josh (guitar and vocals), Captain Willie (bass,vocals), Trucker Jon (drums) and Johnny Trashpockets (guitar).
The comedic stage banter in-between songs was amusing (and amusingly offensive), but the music was the thing -- fast and angry and loud, which was just what I needed after a long day (or week) of spinning my wheels and getting nowhere. There were lyrics in there somewhere, but I haven't a clue what they were, and there wasn't a slow, sappy song to be heard. It wasn't that kind of band. The musicians were tight, energetic and a whole lot of fun to watch.
I wish I had made it in time for the rest of the bands, but this was more than enough. Lesson learned: If Whiskey Dick is throwing a party, show up and early.
So I started the day looking for a refined jazz brunch with the family, and wound up with some double entendres and punk rock. Not what I expected when I woke up, but exactly what I wanted (even if I didn't know it yet).
As Mick Jagger once said, "You get what you need."