It was Saturday and time to party to the New Orleans funk stylin’s of Galactic. Da Pickl picked me up and we headed to Sancho’s for a few pre-show beers. Believe it or not, Roger went to the show. I owe you a hottie pic, Roger, so here it is:
If you are in Denver and like jam band music, you have to hit
Sancho’s. The beer is cheap (but it’s not cheap beer), the music constantly playing, and plenty of Dead and other jam band pictures and artwork all over the place. It’s a great place to hang out before a Fillmore show.
After getting a good buzz on and catching up with Roger, we headed over to the Fillmore. The Rebirth Brass Band was playing their set as we went in, and there was hardly anyone in the place. Da Pickl managed to find a table all by its lonesome, and close to one of the bars. If you have been to the Fillmore before, this table was actually on the left side as you walk in. It is the only table on the left side, and we got it.
As we sat there sucking our suds, the Rebirth Brass Band played on. Being an ex-trombone player, I like the sound of horns. These guys were great – along the likes of the Dirty Dozen Brass Band horns. They had a nice little set, and by the time they were done, the hardly-anyone-in-the-place had doubled in size. Da Pickl and I headed out to have a smoke in the sub-zero weather while Roger did Roger things (like calling his wife and ogling women – probably both at the same time.)
We came back in and found that the place was beginning to fill up. I didn’t realize that Galactic attracted a younger crowd. There were college students everywhere. Perhaps it was the whole “almost” Mardi Gras thing. At any rate, this lone table was in a prime spot to do some hottie watching, as it was about three feet above the main thoroughfare on the left side. (You will note here that I am not going by stage direction, as I am not on the freakin’ stage.) (Another note here: If you spell check “hottie” in a Microsoft product, the first suggestion to come back is “hogtie”.) And boy howdy were there a ton of hotties! Roger was having a great ol’ time. (One of the things I love about Roger is his unabashed hottie watching. It is like watching a kid in a toy store before Christmas.)
Unfortunately the Fillmore staff underestimated how many people were attending the show, because they didn’t open all the bars. The Fillmore has 9 or 10 bars scattered around the place: three on the floor, five in the area around the floor, and two (I think) upstairs. Of these 10 bars, they had five opened when the show started. If you are an observant reader, you will recall that I said our lone table was close to an open bar. This translated to a long line at “our bar”, which means we had people standing in line behind us for almost the whole show. Eventually the next closest bar to us opened, but it made no difference to the long ass line right behind us. This is too bad because the bartender looked like a young Dayle Haddon. If the freakin’ line wasn’t in the way I could have looked at her some more.
Dayle Haddon
Anyway, on to the show. I waited for the setlist to write this “review”, because I am not familiar with Galactic’s songs.
SET ONE: Shibuya, Spider Bite, Iko Iko (Wild Mags), We Come to Party (Wild Mags), Doublewide, Whole Lotta Love (Sista Teedy), Break in the Road (Teedy/ Leo Nocentelli) , Funky Miracle (Leo), Cardova (Leo), Look ka Py Py (Leo), When the Levee Breaks (Teedy)
SET TWO: Snowball (Rebirth), It Ain¹t What You Think (Rebirth), Garbage Truck, Metermaid, Two Dots (Bionic Brown), Black Talk, Good Job Brownie, Cabbage Alley (Leo and Wild Mags), Africa (Leo, Teedy)
ENCORE: Reverend Lee (Teedy), Big Chief (Wild Mags, Leo, and Rebirth)
SPECIAL GUESTS:
Leo Nocentelli
Wild Magnolias
Tricia 'Sista Teedy' Boutte
Rebirth Brass Band
Bionic Brown
The
Wild Magnolias were a trip. There were two of them, and they came out in these huge feathered costumes.
Leo Nocentelli played some sweet guitar throughout.
The Wild Magnolias
When
Sista Teedy dedicated “When the Levee Breaks” to the people of New Orleans, there was barely a murmur from the crowd. This rather pissed me off, as it just proves that just about everyone has forgotten the plight of those poor people. The song was sweet, however.
In the second set, there was one of those “walkin’ lines” going through the crowd in costume. There was a dragon, the Wild Magnolias, and a couple of costumes similar to those Milwaukee Brewers sausage racers. That seemed to get the crowd going.
During the second set, Roger befriended this hottie who was standing near us. I didn't think she was an older woman until she turned around. Da Pickl and I had a over/under bet on her age. We put the number at 38, and I took the over. We never did get a chance to ask how old she was.
In all it was an awesome show. The funk was definitely on. And though there were hotties everywhere, and we had beads, no one would show us their tits – not even to Roger.
