The Setlist From Columbia Club:

Walking Shoes
Hoy Hoy
The Gunfighter
Ink, Blood, and Whiskey
Appalachian Stomp
My Best Girl
The Ballad
My Old Man
Southern Mojo Metal Boogie
Voodoo Chile

Encore:

Move It On Over
Under The Table
Psychobilly Freakout! w/Erich Hess

Nobody seemed to question Erich's disappearance when he didn't perform at the Trix Club. Some had seen the argument between Ada and Erich online, and others just assumed he was on a bender and couldn't be bothered to perform that night. Either way, every fan could see that Ada was a little different on stage. She smiled at the crowd, sang her songs the best she could, and interacted with them, but there was something off about her. Maybe it was the way that her eyes kept trailing around the crowd, as if looking for one specific person. Or perhaps it was the way that she continuously had a mic in one hand, and a beer in the other. By the end of the night, eleven empty beer bottles were stacked up around the edge of the stage. Most of them were picked off by souvenir hungry fans, others fell off the stage and shattered in the middle of a song, causing Ada to jump and quickly look around again. Ada did no encore that night. She merely walked off stage and back to her bus, where she curled up on her bed and instantly started sobbing.

OOC: Depressing is what Hanners do best! ;) thanks.

the burble of a vintage mg midget rips through the air as the tiny car skids to a stop. erich hops out of it,reverse dukes of hazzard style.he straightens his hair nervously and knocks on ada's bus door.

erich hears something that sounds vaguely like "come in" from someone who sounds vaguely like ada. having drank 6 mason jars of moonshine in the past few hours,he is quite plastered. he creaks the door open a smidge and looks inside. "ada? you in here? its me..erich" .he feels the need to introduce himself,as this is the second longest they have ever been apart.

erich instantly grins a large and stupid grin when he sees ada. he staggers over to the bed and sits beside her.he moves the covers just off her head and kisses the top of her head." i thought you'd never want to see me again." he says softly.

erich drunkenly shakes his head and swallows variety of pills." ada.i will be here tomorrow.i will always be here unless you send me away. you're my ada." he says as he lies beside her." do you wish you were still with richard?" erich asks,being drunk enough to be far blunter with ada than usual.

erich wipes the tears from ada's cheek. now knowing firsthand how ada felt when he was so far in the land,that he didnt recognize her. "you are still with erich. he never really left you." erich says,whispering into her ear. he tries not to show how hurt he really is by being compared to richard. "erich loves you,miss ada. he loves you more than anyone he has ever known."he tells her.

erich puts his arms around his wife and nods. "i will be here when you wake up too."he strokes her hair gently. "never send your erich away again. he doesnt deal with it well." erich says,giving her a squeeze

Instead of playing some music we decided to sit out this show. Well sort of. I'm spending all day and all evening taking Roxy all around Paris to see everything there is to possibly see. Not to mention I've wanted to see the Notre Dame Cathedral for like ever. We told Ada and Erich to keep us down for guest appearences in their setlist if they wanted. What we've been doing in the mean time has been keeping busy. Recording a tune or two for the cd that we plan to give out to the fans as a gift. All the one's who show up to our shows for the End of the Line tour will get one. We decided to surprise the everloving shit out of everybody and giving our drummer a little bit of love. Giving him some time to wet his vocal chords. You guys didn't know Clyde had this much soul in his voice. But some secrets are just that good to keep.-- Johnny

Little Lucy

Homesick but it's alright
Little Lucy is on my mind
She's on my mind

I swear it's ten thousand degrees in the shade
Lord have mercy knows - how much I love it

Every twilight and every daybreak.
Every early dawn- Everything

Every catfish every backwater creek
every freshwater spring- She's everything I see

All I need is one more damn man
Tearing her heart out

All I need is one more phone call
Another long night another day
Another reckless night in bed

Lord I need her
Lord I need her
And she's slipping away

If I could see her now
I'd lay down and die

Cause every minute every second every hour
Every day - Lord she's slipping away
Homesick but it's alright
Little Lucy is on my mind
She's on my mind

Sounds Like:


I penned this song all by myself! I have to say I'm very proud of it because us drummers never get much love at all. It's the truth really. Which is why it was kind of agreed upon to save me for the last hoorah. Also, Roxy and Erich have me in the forthcoming band with Johnny. Though they didn't know that the meek drummer behind them could belt one as well as bang the skins like a madman. It was written for my Lucy of course. Though she and I are on the outs. She settles for men that break her heart and is pretty much made it clear that she intends on leaving me. I miss her nonetheless. This song kind of makes that point pretty clear. -- Clyde