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Eric Levy's Love Lounge - made in the shade!
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Eric drives the Wurlitzer
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Our Story Begins...
Once there was a boy named Randy, who was very, very tired. Why was Randy so tired?
He was tired because he had gotten up very early that morning - so early that it was dark outside! -
in order to go to his regular hapkido club workout at RSF, where he helped Lisa teach sacrifice throws to
the other early risers.
After hapkido, Randy went home and worked awhile, but soon it was time to pack his gear and zoom across
the bay to the big Google campus near Shoreline Amphitheatre. He arrived without incident and smiled his way
past the friendly security guard, then trundled on over to the Cafeteria patio, where Eric Levy's Love Lounge
was in the middle of a last-minute sound check. Alan was still setting up his drum kit. Liam was running
back and forth, ch-ch-checking on the mics and listening to the monitors. Eric was fiddling with his gear.
And Garrett was standing around smiling. He must have been ready to go! First show ever, let's do it!!
At about 11:40, they began to play, attended by a sparse crowd -- a few early lunch-goers, the BBQ crew,
and Randy, the big fan! It was a nice day, but still a little cool, as the sun had only just barely begun to burn
back the fog. The band did their thing. Grooving and bopping along. Eventually more googlers came out for lunch,
and as the weather warmed up, the patio got more and more crowded. Randy even had to give away the chairs
at his table!
The BBQ was yummy, even if it was exactly the same menu as last week. Well, with minor changes: more dessert choices,
for one, though that was probably the result of heading to the buffet earlier than last time. The music was very good,
but the googlers didn't seem too interested. Instead they just ate and talked and then went back to work.
After about an hour, Eric tried to take a little break, but before he could leave the stage, Charlie the Executive Chef came
running out. "No No No NO NO! Keep playing!,"
he exclaimed as he hustled across the patio, menacingly waving a big fork in his right hand.
Eric sighed and turned back to the keyboards. Work can be such drudgery!
I think Charlie felt a little guilty, because a few minutes later, a kitchen worker came out with a bunch of cold beers for the band.
But Eric and the others are professional musicians, and asked for Tea and water instead. Huzzah, huzzah! Three cheers for sobriety!!!
The musicans carried on for almost two more hours. Eric must have felt guilty about trying to take a break,
because there were fewer than 20 googlers out to watch during the last half hour, but maybe he was encouraged by
the fact that they were sitting up close instead of far away. The lunch crowd liked it when the band played Billie Jean; Randy's favorite
was the Beatles cover, Mother Nature's Son. Yeah! Beatles!!
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