Catching (Or It's Like Milk But With An S Part II)

I had planned on leaving soon after Jame's performance but was distracted by the next band to get up on stage. With catchy music and fun lyrics (my favorite is Girl Gone Wild), their songs kept me from leaving. They've also got a pair of fans that caught my eye, an elder couple with a camera and "proud parents" written all over their faces. Cute.

I was curious to learn the name of this band so I leaned over and asked the older gentleman.

"A band called Catch," he answered.

"Catch?" My immediate reaction: disappointment. What a boring name for such an entertaining group. I mean they had free-styling and spoken word! Catch? Yawn.

"No, they're called Band Called Catch," the man corrected. How three little words can make a difference to me, I don't know, but I like it much better. It reminds me of a band I listened to in high school, Keep Away From Julie. Poor Julie was the girl they hated as little kids. I wonder how this band came up with Band Called Catch.

With a name like that and the music they played, May and I decided to stay for the rest of the show. We were so groupy, we even bought their CD and May developed a crush on all the guys in the band. I only had eyes for the drummer. He looked really familiar. Not the familiar, in the creepy pick-up line sort of way but the familiar where it will bother you until you figure it out kind of way.

I vaguely remember him being my waiter once - some blurry image in the back of my mind where I was annoyed and hungry and he was giving me food. My suspicions were confirmed later when I asked him after their show. It was a relief to figure out where I've seen him before. It seems that when I'm not hungry, Dustin the drummer is very nice and gracious. Did I mention that he performed really well? I should know, I'm on level medium-hard on Rock Band drums.

Note: I'm not just saying this to alleviate my guilt for being a grouchy eater. Check them out yourself!