11/16/06 Owl Club (Roseville CA)

We all hate the Owl Club. If you see us playing there again in this lifetime, either the owner has died or we are getting paid so much money that it will numb the pain and bad memories. Thanks to Gabe and his friend, Gereard and Crystal for coming out, without you I would have stuck my head in the oven that night. The owner has no clue, no words to describe the unorganized, pathetic atmosphere that this "venue" promotes. We show up and check in with the owner, and tell him we were going to go eat then come back and load in and play. When we get back he says our slot has been move to last because he didn't know if we were were going to show up. He didn't realize that I was the guy he talked to 30 minutes ago. His head was so far up his ass, he was definitely a burn out from the 60s, I couldn't tell if he was drunk or just confused. Needless to the the Owl Club is a den of amature dealings, frustration and a commitment to chaos and confusion. Just a side note that the this was written when Bob (the owener) was running this place. Fortunately he was run out of town and there are some upstanding people resurrecting the place and are committed to changing the reputation.