A night with the Rev.

During a serious game of Mexican Train Saturday night, our neighbor mentioned that he was going to have to make a special trip to his work Sunday to give a guy a tour.

Davy is the distiller for Peach Street Distillery in Palisade and he was asked by the owner to give a private tour to this guy that he'd met through another guy, blah, blah, blah.

It turns out that the guy who requested a private tour of the distillery is the road manager for, none other than, the Rev ... Reverend Horton Heat. Being the creepy band girl that I am, I took this as a sign and implored Davy to let me join him for the private tour — and he agreed.

Sunday morning I frantically printed out some photos and called Laurena to see if she could get me some of our new songs on CD. I drove Davy to pick up the Rev's road manager and we made our way to the fruited lands of Palisade.

Laurena met us there, CDs in hand and I gave the stuff to the road manager — who was a really interesting guy.

No opportunity wasted ... I had thought.

Later Sunday, Davy called to say that the road manager had forgotten our CD and stuff at the distillery. Doh!

But at least he called Davy to tell him that he'd inadvertantly left it behind.

So I took this as yet another sign and began to Photoshop artwork for a new CD that included photos and contact information to take with me to the show in hopes of getting to see him again.

Not only did we see him, but he saved us a table right in front of the sound board and he apologized for forgetting the CD — some people are just really cool.
The Rev played to a sold-out crowd and they were really amazing. They are a 3-piece that includes a stand-up bass player — uber coolness.

It was totally worth it to stay out late on a school night.