What a crazy night.  I’m not sure who had more fun Saturday night – the audience or the band on stage!  First of all, we prefaced our evening’s show with the warning that we hadn’t played together in over 3 weeks – that said a lot for the lever where we should have been performing at but the show overall was incredible and the energy flowing was phenomenal.

We had our fair share of wacky mistakes – for instance when we started Listen to Your Mother, Jim thought we were playing Loch Lomand, Ron actually forgot how the song started (i.e – no drum roll was forthcoming but a fun beat instead) and Brad played the right stuff.  John and I just looked amazed and burst out laughing.  It took about 30-seconds, but everything righted itself and we rocked it out.  But it was hilarious nonetheless.  I even completely forgot to sing the final chorus in "Pray" myself, so no one was immune.  Although Brad remembered ALL his lyrics that night - go Brad!   

One of my goofy memories of the night was right before Kiss of the Green.  Brad was talking (as usual) and I was thirsty.  So I reached for my glass of water.  Well, the ice decided to stick in the glass and then I got a faceful of water and all the way down my shirt.  So here I am, drenched, turning toward Ron and AWAY from the audience so I can attempt to dry myself off with no towel and Brad announces Kiss of the Green.  So what does Ron do?  Announced to the crowd that I was “all wet” and immediately started the drum beat.  So I played the song.  Soaking Wet.  That was an interesting memory.

We all left the stage halfway through the show for John to play Space Piper.  When we came back on one by one, I realized that my bow was caught in the tied bow of my black shirt – right at my cleavage.  I quickly freed my bow, only to realize that my shirt had come untied at that precise spot and was opening ever so slowly while I was playing Trip to Alaska with the band.  So right before we launched into Atholl Highlander, I turned around, set my violin down, tied my shirt closed again, picked up my fiddle and launched into the next tune.  Man, that was so distracting for ME – I can’t imagine how it was for the audience!  LOL!

We announced to the crowd that I was going to have my next child come June and Brad sung me a wonderful improved tune about pregnant women and their hormones to the tune of “My Favorite Things.”  That was amusing as well.

Anyhow, once again St. Louis proved to be wonderful hosts and an extremely receptive audience and we had a marvelous Yule weekend.

Merry Christmas Everyone – and hope to see you all on New Year’s Eve!

Slainte!

~Laura