Last night was great fun! Gringo Motel was fab! I really loved their music. They also had a pretty crazy sense of humor. “This song is about a man who loves a chicken, a little too much.” The only lyrics were, “Here chicky chicky!” Daphne also played music right up my alley although I wish they sounded a little more gypsy. I say this because if I am listening to Gypsy jazz, I want it to evoke Marlene Dietrich and Ray Milland in Golden Earrings. I want it to evoke the Gypsy meat platter I ate in Bratislava. If it doesn’t evoke these things, then IT’S NOT GYPSY ENOUGH! In terms of Gypsy, I would say it ranked just below The Virgin and the Gypsy with Franco Nero or King of the Gypsies with Eric Roberts and Brooke Shields.

F! disappointed me. The band wore the craziest outfits and I felt certain they would just knock my socks off. They didn’t. In between their songs, they projected snippets of movies. The only one I recognized was Werner Herzog’s Auch Zwerge haben klein angefangen (Even Dwarfs Started Small). Lisa and I stayed for maybe three of their songs. I was tired and I got the gist of what they did, Lisa agreed, and so we left.

Sitting in the Rotunda, I found myself getting lulled back to the hypnotic state I found myself in watching Last Year at Marienbad. I think it had to do with the distinctive smell that emanates from the Rotunda. At first I couldn’t initially place it. As the hippies started piling in, I realized it was a combination of pot, sweat, and patchouli. I have never understood the aversion some people have to soap and water. There were only a handful of people in the audience who looked like they took regular showers. C’mon guys, water isn’t going to hurt you. It’s not going to take your “art” away. Take a shower. Wash yourself.

Oh, and Lisa and I watched a very interesting hippie mating dance between a girl and one of the guitarists that performed. The girl was introduced to two band mates before the show began. She directed her over the top flirting to the one band member but he didn’t seem particularly interested. The other band mate, he looked like Gene Simmons, liked her and he gave her a wink. Immediately she turned her attention to him. Next thing we know, they are whispering into each others’ ears and out of nowhere, HE BIT HER ARM! I am thinking they are now officially a couple.