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The Detroit Cobras quite rock. Just very very good. Lead singer with a sexy, smoke-fed voice, incredible lead and bass players. They are a cover band...but... if you've actually heard the originals of more than 4 of their songs, you rock even more than they do. Saw them last night at Slim's, which also quite rocks. It seemed like a perfect place to sport those henna tattoos acquired at the Pirate Festival. Decided to splurge this time and reserved dinner seating, not really knowing what to expect. Not knowing indeed, if the ticket price was just to assure a seat to actually sit in or if it really meant dinner. It meant dinner. And not just bar food, but reallyreally dinner. A salad, a choice of a proper meal with veggies and cake for dessert! (him: lemon pepper chicken, me: spinach ravioli, but we could have had rib-eye had we not, in the throes of hungry-cranky, shelled out a ludicrous amout of $1.00 bills for "saucy tips" sangies at the Pirate Festival)

It seemed a bit strange to be chowing down on something that required a knife and fork while listening to the opening band, The Hi-Nobles. Do click the name for their MySpace...excellent musicians with influences that seem to span 5 decades. The highest-energy band of le soir featured a lead singer in a shiny red suit and porkpie hat. Forgave him the ubiquitous hat whilst watching him scale the amps and drum set like Stella used to run along the back of the couch and other alternative surfaces. The keyboard player interacted in an aggressively hermeneutic manner with his candy-apple red organ, tilting it so that at times he was playing it at a 45 degree angle - and never once hit a wrong key.

Still trying to decide if Les Sans Culottes are a fake French band...either way, loved them! The band members have silly names, like Jacques Strappe, Edith Pissoff...

Clicking here for the write-up Slim's gives the Detroit Cobras, I see that they were also in town last year on a significant date. Last year was my turn to plan and all I came up with was a Pulp Fiction theme: breakfast and a "Bad Mother Fucker" wallet presented in a Hefty bag... Had I only known of the band then, Slim's might have become "Jackrabbit Slim's" for a night...