The 907 Bar & Grill is located on First Street in Snohomish, on a block of popular bars and storefronts. The 907 is right next to the Oxford Saloon, where a classic rock band entertained a full house. I would include a link here to the 907, but the club has no web page, not even a Facebook page. As with the Oxford, the 907 has new owners, so maybe they just haven't had time to get around to creating a web presence.
We did kinda like this sign outside the 907, though...
This is another room that has added live music as an apparent afterthought. There is no stage, the ceilings are tall, the external walls are made of cinder block, and the floors are all hard wood. The bands space is arranged so that the band plays directly to the bar instead of the customer tables which are all located to one side. Did I mention that there are no lights?
See what I mean? That's Mark Dalton on the bass.
Combine all this with a dirth of customers and it is just about impossible to get the band sound under control in this place. Oh well, we did get paid, and the staff was super nice, so it's all good, I guess. A big thanks out to Mark "Tall Cool One" Dalton for helping us out on the bass this night.
Saturday afternoon we played a private party in a backyard in Kenmore. This was a nice, relaxing, well paid gig. The neighbors called the cops with a noise complaint after our first set, so we toned it down and made it through the rest of the gig with no problems. The fried chicken was good, baby!
Ready for some blues in the woods.
You can find out more about the Boneyard Preachers here. See you at the nightclub!
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Before the gig at the 907 started, a totally drunk woman came up to me and requested that we play the Molly Hatchet song that was blasting on the club sound system at that moment. I told her that I had never heard of Molly Hatchet and didn't know any of their songs.
She stared at me incredulously for a moment and then started wondering out loud "What kind of f*****g band never heard of f*****g Molly Hatchet?! What the f***k?! This went on for a couple of minutes until I suggested that she go to a nearby table of customers and give them their fair share of abuse, since I was getting bored with her act.
She then moved on to the bar where I could see her yelling at the bartender and pointing in my direction. She got another drink somehow, and sat at the bar glaring at the band.
Gee, I hope she got home OK!
Just for the record, I have heard of Molly Hatchet, but couldn't name any of their songs. Southern rock band, right?
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