Horns.

When our friends asked us to meet them at a pool hall/bar to see a band, I was skeptical. Though I really like these people, what sounds fun about standing in a smoky bar listening to music when I could be comfy in my new down-stuffed chaise? We had plans to take the kids to religious services and the second-grade dinner beforehand. Since Andrew wanted to go, we got a sitter for after services, invited another couple who also was going to the dinner and the plan was set.

We walked into the Golden Sports Bar in Ellicott City – in a strip mall with my favorite Korean bbq restuarant, a Thai restaurant, and the big Asian supermarket. My expectations were somewhat low, as you can imagine. The bar didn’t disappoint me. It was not quite as nice and sweet-smelling as the shit-holes I hung out in during my college years. But I digress.

The band, The Texas Chainsaw Horns, was unbelievable. Really. There were 6 guys in black with horns – a sax, a couple trumpets, etc. There was this odd drummer – dressed as a cow. The lead male singer – with a long gray ponytail and a black hat (circa 1985) and the lead female singer in a glitzy, cleavage-revealing cocktail dress and big hair. And there were a couple other guys that I am forgetting. Amazing how a couple of neat Jack Daniels affect the memory.

Sounds great, huh? Well it was. This band was totally together. Professional. Clean. Funny. And really excellent. At first, I was thinking that the horn players were fortunate to find a rock & roll job. But as the night progessed, I realized that this group of musicians were meant to play together. The “groupies” were having a blast dancing up front – and we couldn’t stop tapping our feet. By the end of the evening, we were all dancing (and burning off the JD calories, I might add!)….

If they come to a town near you, check them out and see for yourself. If not, you’ll just have to trust me.