Concert Review - The Trailer Park Troubadors
We've been going to see The Troubs since 2002. They are very talented and clever and every time I try to describe them to someone I get either a blank stare or a "Uh huh, whatever you say I think you're crazy but I'm pretending not to think that" look.
I get it. When you're trying to convince people they need to go see a band dressed in various shades of polyester whose songs include It Ain't Home Until You Take The Wheels Off, Aunt Beula's Roadkill Overcoat, Skinny Women Ain't Hip (one of my personal favorites) and My Baby Whistle When She Walks (think body piercings) they may not always be receptive.
But, they'd be missing out on a lot of fun. And, a performance by some really good musicians. And, in the case of Sunday night, a surreal appearance by an audience member.
The band was playing at The Rhythm Room which is a local divey-looking place that features great blues most nights. It's nothing fancy at all. Just a bar, a stage, some tables and chairs on the side and a small wooden dance floor.
They were a few songs into their set when this guy went out on the dance floor by himself and starting dancing. He wasn't bad, actually. He was an usual looking type for this group, however. Black guy with short dreads and a baseball cap that said "Fuck the cops" on it. Nice. A few songs later, he had elevated his dancing to doing it while on roller skates.
Again, he wasn't bad. Actually he was quite good. But, he was pretty distracting. Antsy, the lead guy, seemed to be especially captivated. I don't blame him - it was hard to keep your eyes off the guy.
The entire show was great and Antsy promised they'd try to get back to Phoenix more often (it's a long haul from Kentucky). I hope so and, if they do, you should check them out. (Insert your own blank stare here.)
I get it. When you're trying to convince people they need to go see a band dressed in various shades of polyester whose songs include It Ain't Home Until You Take The Wheels Off, Aunt Beula's Roadkill Overcoat, Skinny Women Ain't Hip (one of my personal favorites) and My Baby Whistle When She Walks (think body piercings) they may not always be receptive.
But, they'd be missing out on a lot of fun. And, a performance by some really good musicians. And, in the case of Sunday night, a surreal appearance by an audience member.
The band was playing at The Rhythm Room which is a local divey-looking place that features great blues most nights. It's nothing fancy at all. Just a bar, a stage, some tables and chairs on the side and a small wooden dance floor.
They were a few songs into their set when this guy went out on the dance floor by himself and starting dancing. He wasn't bad, actually. He was an usual looking type for this group, however. Black guy with short dreads and a baseball cap that said "Fuck the cops" on it. Nice. A few songs later, he had elevated his dancing to doing it while on roller skates.
Again, he wasn't bad. Actually he was quite good. But, he was pretty distracting. Antsy, the lead guy, seemed to be especially captivated. I don't blame him - it was hard to keep your eyes off the guy.
The entire show was great and Antsy promised they'd try to get back to Phoenix more often (it's a long haul from Kentucky). I hope so and, if they do, you should check them out. (Insert your own blank stare here.)
