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Tenderloin Trio : Shake That Thing
Monday, December 1st, 2008
Shake That Thing
It was a rainy night in Georgia. Pouring down buckets of rain. A perfect night for holing up in your favorite neighborhood bar for some cold briscos. That's what my friend Stephan and I did Saturday night after taking in Quantum of Solace. We chose WG's Tavern mainly because we found a parking space right across the street and could make a mad dash to the door without getting drenched.
If you're 6'5'' like Stephan, it's a little tough to stand up in WG's, you have to watch out for the beams; it feels like a bar made for hobbits and maybe that's why it's hard not to love the place. It's the oldest bar in Savannah and it's rumored to be haunted by a few of the cities famed ghosts. We went in looking for cold beer but left with a lot more.
The night started with some locals watching the OU/OK State football game which seemed to produce a touchdown every 10 seconds. Then a trio of musicians arrived and started setting up in the impossibly small corner of the bar. Tables were pushed together, the piano moved back and the "band" set up right under the TV screen. Two guitar players and a woman unpacking a saw. Yep, I said a SAW. Was she gonna play that thing? (Only in the deep south can you get your instruments at Home Depot.)
The lead singer managed to sing most of the songs with a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth and Molly, the saw lady, played that thing like the wailing wall- calling all of the ghosts out of the ancient floorboards. I don't know how to describe the sound, it's almost sub human. She never looked up from the floor as she played, except to make a wincing expression whenever she downed a shot of Jagermeister. The trio sang hysterical twangy songs about impotence ("Pencil Won't Write No More") and the inability to sleep after too many drugs ("Pour Myself A Pillow") but it was the last song of the night that suddenly had everyone up on their feet and clogging and swaying like possessed demons. The place was packed, the rain was coming down in sheets, the door and windows were wide open, the tip jar was full. Modern day Deliverance.
We didn't even know the name of the band until we saw it on the folded paper bag used to house the CD that Stephan bought: Tenderloin Trio. No shit. We laughed our asses off. In fact, I am not even sure of the name of this song as it's not listed on the paper bag but the image above serves as their cover art!
Of course the T-Loin Trio has a MySpace Page and a few videos on YouTube and you can catch them most any Saturday night at WG's if you are in Savannah. See ya there!
(And if you go, don't even think about putting any cardboard in the piano. I am serious man. Don't do it. If you can figure out why, let us know!) |
