We were joined on stage by Steve Hashimoto on bass, and the fabulous Terry Connell on trumpet. Both sounded great.
Most of the band hung out before the show across Michigan Ave at the Hilton's bar - an irish name that escapes me right now. Molly Malone's? Kitty O'Shea's - thats it - where we quaffed many pints with an endless parade of triathletes from around the world who were staying at the Hilton. The O'Shea staff was a little pissy, but maybe drinking triathletes will do that to you.
The Enright and Klinger clans were in full force. Thanks to the Klingers for the pictures.
The post performance gathering took place at our favorite downtown spot after a gig, The South Loop Club. Its changed over the years - we used to watch old Louie Jordan videos on the video screens, but its still a good hang (as long as you can control the music they play).
And Steve Hashimoto left his stool on stage. I only mention it because in his most recent email missive, he tells of leaving his BASS on a street corner in Andersonville after a gig. Age is a cruel mistress.
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