Doors at 7pm
Flea Bops were never supposed to have been a band. But fate stepped in and took over. Way back in 1992, Bill Hull of Go Cat Go spotted Ronnie's distinctive hairstyle while both were in an auto parts store. Bill (being a man of very little hair) asked Ronnie if he was a rockabilly fan and invited him to that night's Go Cat Go show at a local restaurant. Ronnie, curious to find out if there could be a "real" rockabilly band in Southern Maryland of all places, went. At the Go Cat Go show... Preston and Wendy, who had been busily plunking away at their guitar and bass for the sheer experience of it over the last few weeks, spotted Ronnie's distinctive hairstyle as he entered the restaurant. Preston and Wendy had become frustrated at losing their place whilst busily plunking away without a singer to follow. Preston and Wendy darn near tackled Ronnie, who had yet to recover from seeing other folks with distinctive hairstyles in his proverbial back yard. Could he sing? Could he come over and help them practice? They didn't want to form a band, they just wanted to learn by doing. "Sure!" he said. A few weeks later... A local promoter who often booked Go Cat Go got wind that there was a new rockabilly band brewing. He insisted they should open for Go Cat Go the following month. "No, no," they protested. After all, they weren't really a band, had no practical experience as one, and were sure they could not possibly do something as crazy as that, especially with such short notice and without a drummer - Lance was simply too busy playing drums for Go Cat Go. "Yes, yes," he insisted. After all they had all the right instruments, they'd been practicing, Lance could easily play drums with both bands, and of course they could slap a set together. Not to mention, weren't they the ones who said they could only learn by doing? He had them there. Lance made matters more difficult by agreeing with the promoter and promising Preston, Wendy, and Ronnie that they would have fun. To quote Homer Simpson, "Doh!" A few more weeks later... Preston, Wendy, Ronnie, and Lance booked a "practice gig" in a very tiny room that usually served as a comedy club and made sure to invite absolutely nobody. Lance and Preston's parents, a handful of bar patrons wondering when the comedians had taken up instruments, and a couple of amused cocktail waitresses made up the "crowd". As soon as Wendy was finished heaving up her dinner in the ladies' room, they took the stage. If you've ever seen deer in the headlights (especially deer who are trying to play rockabilly with those hard-to-manage hooves) then you know how the first show went. But they learned some things from that show. Wendy learned to never again eat cheese raviolis before playing out. Preston and Ronnie learned that once feeling petrified wore off, it was kind of fun - and that no matter how many mistakes you make, Preston and Lance's mom and dad and the happy hour stragglers will still applaud you just for trying your hardest. Lance learned that the other three were determined, so he did not run screaming in the opposite direction the minute the set was over.
Flea Bops were never supposed to have been a band. But fate stepped in and took over. Way back in 1992, Bill Hull of Go Cat Go spotted Ronnie's distinctive hairstyle while both were in an auto parts store. Bill (being a man of very little hair) asked Ronnie if he was a rockabilly fan and invited him to that night's Go Cat Go show at a local restaurant. Ronnie, curious to find out if there could be a "real" rockabilly band in Southern Maryland of all places, went. At the Go Cat Go show... Preston and Wendy, who had been busily plunking away at their guitar and bass for the sheer experience of it over the last few weeks, spotted Ronnie's distinctive hairstyle as he entered the restaurant. Preston and Wendy had become frustrated at losing their place whilst busily plunking away without a singer to follow. Preston and Wendy darn near tackled Ronnie, who had yet to recover from seeing other folks with distinctive hairstyles in his proverbial back yard. Could he sing? Could he come over and help them practice? They didn't want to form a band, they just wanted to learn by doing. "Sure!" he said. A few weeks later... A local promoter who often booked Go Cat Go got wind that there was a new rockabilly band brewing. He insisted they should open for Go Cat Go the following month. "No, no," they protested. After all, they weren't really a band, had no practical experience as one, and were sure they could not possibly do something as crazy as that, especially with such short notice and without a drummer - Lance was simply too busy playing drums for Go Cat Go. "Yes, yes," he insisted. After all they had all the right instruments, they'd been practicing, Lance could easily play drums with both bands, and of course they could slap a set together. Not to mention, weren't they the ones who said they could only learn by doing? He had them there. Lance made matters more difficult by agreeing with the promoter and promising Preston, Wendy, and Ronnie that they would have fun. To quote Homer Simpson, "Doh!" A few more weeks later... Preston, Wendy, Ronnie, and Lance booked a "practice gig" in a very tiny room that usually served as a comedy club and made sure to invite absolutely nobody. Lance and Preston's parents, a handful of bar patrons wondering when the comedians had taken up instruments, and a couple of amused cocktail waitresses made up the "crowd". As soon as Wendy was finished heaving up her dinner in the ladies' room, they took the stage. If you've ever seen deer in the headlights (especially deer who are trying to play rockabilly with those hard-to-manage hooves) then you know how the first show went. But they learned some things from that show. Wendy learned to never again eat cheese raviolis before playing out. Preston and Ronnie learned that once feeling petrified wore off, it was kind of fun - and that no matter how many mistakes you make, Preston and Lance's mom and dad and the happy hour stragglers will still applaud you just for trying your hardest. Lance learned that the other three were determined, so he did not run screaming in the opposite direction the minute the set was over.
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