Yacht Rock was back in Athens Friday night, this time for a private party at a country club. We were there plenty early to set everything up, soundcheck, and eat (we headed out to an excellent Mexican restaurant). By the time we returned, the audience was pretty drunk and disorderly--lots of really bitchy demands for the hand percussion, people falling onto the stage, people trying to get on stage, one girl swinging a guitar cable like a jump rope while the guitar was being played, and a woman who repeatedly slapped Pete in the leg with a party favor while he was trying to play. When we're the sane ones who are scolding people over their behavior, that's saying something!
There's a special sort of attitude that comes around when alcohol meets affluence, the kind of thing that makes you wonder how they'd like it if we came to their jobs during the week, sat on their desks, spilled a beer, yelled at them when they were on the phone, and insisted on using their computer to look at porn. It's all in good fun until it's no longer fun.
Anyway, all's well that ends well; ninety-eight percent of those people were harmless. We finished up at 1 AM (a rare three set night!), packed the trailer, and headed back to Atlanta. Home at 4:05 AM.
