Deep Ellum was strangely dead n' quiet for the weekend before Christmas...You could almost hear the snap of the parking lot matador's flags waving in the wind, begging the soon to be drunk drivers to pull in. This district served as my teenage stomping grounds and I had not been back in years, so over half of it was abandoned and unrecognizable.
All seven of us Danger*Cakes got to The Bone around 8pm, and filled in with the other 15 or so other people scattered around the bar. The first band up was as The Bone's website calls them The Marfalites & Bastardo De " Mutha Fukin " Sancho. The trio sported luchador masks and the drummer banged on empty paint buckets and retired metal film reels which served as cymbals. The bartender assured my confused face that the band usually plays Rush covers and pulls a huge crowd . The later burlesque performance meant that a bunch of half naked dames were running around the bar and freezing their nips off to get ready for the performance.
We were second up and snuggly fit our mass on the rickety-ass stage. I unknowingly dodged a bullet when I asked my singer, Jamie's, fiance to hand me an extension cord on the ground which ended up shocking him pretty badly. Right before we went on we were told that the sound guy was MIA because of a wreck and could not make it. Every one of us improvised to attempt hearing each other. Tina's sax mic was not turned on for the entire show and we were cut off before our two last songs.
As the night went on we saw the gangs of Santas arising from every street corner. Apparently, if you dressed up for the night you could get into every club downtown free of charge. Watching these masses from the venue balcony was one of the most terrifying things I have ever seen. All in all, it was a very interesting night filled with many drunk and horny men, 2/7 Danger*Cakes being granted parking tickets, a hysterical show promoter which also happened to to be the Ringleader of the burlesque troupe and me holding my tongue to avoid conflict with a rude hairy bartender...After all it wasn't his fault he was being all mouthy, I mean, he was drinking.