Last night I went out with my friend Becky to Beerland to see my friend’s band play. We thought the music would start around nineish so we get there……and the only thing on stage is a semi-nude lady with big feather fans.

Ohhhhh-kay.

It turns out we had stumbled in on Dr. Sketchy, which involves drawing and drinking once a month, usually at Beerland. Pretty cool, guys. Now that I know they exist I may show up with my sketchpad next time.

Becky and I hung around the bar until the first band showed up, then we moved to a table closer to the stage. I apologize for not knowing the band’s name but they were rockers from Beaumont and, from the sound of it they were a last-minute add to the lineup. But they were really good, loud but still listenable, and I wish I knew who they were so I could go see them again.

Next up were the Jungle Rockers, and when we saw them loading an upright bass and conga drums onto the stage we knew we were in for something awesome. Sure enough the Jungle Rockers are a rockabillyesque band reminiscent of the stray cats and there was a fair bit of shimmying going on in the crowd. Seemed like they were well-known among the crowd and they sounded great- I really want to see them again soon.

Finally Sons of Hercules took the stage and blew my mind. Frank Pugliese’s an amalgamation of every Rolling Stone, a writhing, yelling banshee of a lead singer backed by blasting beats and roaring rock n’ roll. It was so intense I had to go to the back for some air but still, by all accounts they were badass. Awesome band- shame all their shows are in San Antonio for awhile… watch that myspace and the second they come back, plan to check them out.

All in all it was a great night for a little live music :)