Friday night was a gig with Breanna and Justin down in Salem. Every time we play there, we play at a place called the Blue Pepper, which is a brilliant little music venue/coffee shop/lounge/internet cafe/art gallery where we love to play. I arrived with my cello at a little bit before seven o’clock, put the cello inside, and went outside to talk on the phone. I didn’t see Justin or Breanna, but there were two guitars set up on stage, so I didn’t think much about it. I went back out to make a quick phone call, and a guy with bleached blonde hair came out and said, “Is that a cello in the case?”
‘Yup.”
“Are you playing tonight?”
“Yeah, with Justin and Breanna.”
“That’s interesting, because I’M playing from seven til nine.”
“Oh really?” I laughed. “Looks like I have some phone calls to make, then.” I called Justin and said, “I’m at the Blue Pepper. Are we playing elsewhere this time?”
“Yeah,” he said. “We’ll drive around and meet you, and show you where the place is.”
So we caravanned over to a cool new venue called The Space, which wasn’t open when we arrived. Turned out we were almost an hour early, so Justin & Breanna got out their guitars and sat on the sidewalk to sing and play. I called J, and we talked on the phone for about half an hour, then I walked over to eat (since JustBre had already eaten) at McMenamin’s. I had a surprisingly awesome combination of salad, tater tots and red wine. Incidentally, that seems to have been a good recipe for better-than-average cello playing, because I really felt like my playing was ‘on’ all night, which happens every once in a while.
Inside, the Space is what I imagine the love child would look like if the Blue Pepper and Seattle’s Sunset Tavern ever hooked up for a steamy night of forbidden passion. The walls are painted red with white trim, there’s a cobalt blue curtain covering the window behind the stage area, and there are large, colorful paintings everywhere.
Insted of playing until nine like we normally do, we finished at almost eleven. The three of us were invited to get taken out somewhere afterwards, but I’d come straight from work, and I had an early morning on Saturday (more to come about that later), so I decided to ‘peace out’ and drive back up to Portland.
Suffice it to say that at first the evening seemed like a bit of a disaster, but it ended up being really great.
