Indianapolis was another heart-warmer. Our bassist Clint is from there, and he had a huge turnout of friends, neighbors, and family, all of whom were incredibly supportive. We dined at a Cajun place that Clint really likes – 23 dollars for the whole band. Can’t beat it. The room was a bit cavernous, but the sound guy Al did a good job with our eccentric set-up, and the crowd – 99% of them somehow connected to Clint – loved it. “Annette” is starting to get less shaky. We didn’t play “How to Hurt,” which we will definitely do tonight.
Us at Yat's:

The band that followed us, Heavy Hometown, was really great, too. Killer lineup – a singing drummer, a singing guitarist, and a keyboardist played a Fender Rhodes for bass and a Roland Juno for squiggly synth sounds…
Spending time with Clint’s family was really inspiring, too. Indiana is beautiful, all overlapping plains and tree-lines marking property boundaries. A neighbor brought her daughter to meet us, since I guess we’re a real touring band and are rock stars in Indiana. The hometown paper, the Lebanon Reporter, also did a nice piece about us…
No soundcheck tonight…so I hopped into a cab and hit the great Jazz Record Mart on E. Illinois and stocked up on Eddie Condon CDs.
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