It was a dark and dreary night at .......whoops, wrong story.  It was a hot and muggy night at the old Music Hall, but that didn't hold back a capacity crowd eager to hear the band in action.  Good thing the air conditioner was cranking out some powerful coolness.  Blondie was at the keyboards doing that thing that she does so well, and Chris Davis was on the drums.  Chris is one of our regular back-ups and does a nice job fitting in.  It helps that he was one of the original AMH band members and knows nearly all of the songs.  The rest of the boys were in their normal places. 

Several first-time visitors joined us for the evening, including one lady from Seattle.  She seemed to really enjoy the show, too bad she'll have such a long commute to come see us each weekend.  Right before the break, we were all treated to some of Linda Barnes' delicious cookies.  No birthdays to celebrate (unless you're counting Phyllis Diller's 93rd), the  cookies were served "just because".  What a coincidence, we had just played that song earlier in the show.  A little while later it clouded up something fierce and looked pretty threatening for a storm but it passed us by and hit Tipton instead.

Starting out the second half of the show, the band members were each given a stylish tan felt fedora, with customized embellishments by Bob Arbuckle.  Thanks, Bob!  The hat covered up the bump on the head that Michael had received in a losing altercation with a tree limb.  At least this Saturday Night he had an excuse......

Jim was full of energy and gave a great performance on his vocal numbers.  He reached way back in the drawer and really tested the band on a couple of numbers we hadn't played for a while, I'd Give A Million Tomorrows and Among My Souvenirs, but we managed to pull it off.  His final number of the evening, My Mammy, had the crowd roaring. 

As a boatload of happy folks jauntily walked out the door, their feet were skipping and tapping to the band's lively going-out number, When The Saints Go Marching In.