So there we were setting up at the Buckhorn located in Airway Heights. They were so gracious in having us that our band name wasn’t even on their small reader board. So we strolled in with our equipment, and the lovely patrons (who were more than appreciative towards us) asked us what our band name was. (since it wasn’t on their board) Brian began the conversation by telling them, which began the more than once giggles and laughs, and then the well who is Hung kinda joke thing that we hear all the time.

So we have some dinner which was great there. I was kind of interested in their veggie tray. Gotta have one there if you haven’t. I loved the midget corn cobs! A few drinks later and two sets into the night…..

The dance floor was packed. People were singing and dancing and drinking! One patron who was dancing the entire evening decided that we were utilizing some strange profane language occasionally and wanted the mic. So we gave it to her, and she let us have it. Great for her. She danced for two sets obviously having a few to many and her language I must say was more profane that ours! She immediately left with her dancing bear counterpart.

During the third set Bill was far into his wonderful character taking off his shirt and then asking the women at the bar to follow his lead. We begged him to put his clothes back on. The bartender (the Mayor of Airway Heights unbeknownest to me) asked us to please keep the language down. We were all up for that and began the next song with Crazy Bitch (Buck Cherry)! Well having a few drinks we didn’t quite realize or maybe we did in a Freudian sort of way that this particular song does contain lyrics not meant for children’s ears. Hey we’re in a bar and the crowd is crazy what can I say!

Ending a great evening of playing we all high-fived each other and began packing up our guitars to head home in hopes of getting some sleep, before we begin Saturday’s lovely adventure again in the bar.

Well…..

The mayor (bartender) Cleared his voice to gain our attention while we were gathering our gear. We turned, and he began.

(Mayor) You know what you did right?
(Band) No, well maybe…
(Mayor) Pack it up you won’t be back tomorrow. I warned you about your language.
(Band) Fuck…..
(mayor) I am also not going to pay you for a full night of playing because of this.
(Band) Fuck…..
(Mayor) Here is your cashs
(Band) Fuck…..

Unfortunately this caused some tension between our band, in that we didn’t have a written contract for this gig.

Confucious now says: Band with out contract, They Shit out of Luck at Buckhorn.

Everyone unfortunately the past two weeks have been pretty sick! Seems we can’t find a time to start ramping back up! Arrrgggghhhh!

It seems some of us might be heading to Cruizers for Halloween to party!
Email us if you wish to know more.

Hung Phat is practicing up for another exciting spring and summer 2010. We are learning some new stuff polishing up some old stuff and we even have a nice big surprise planned for this spring. We hope to play real soon and then have a nice big new years at one of our regular venues, will keep you posted. Anyway cheers to all of our friends and fans and thank you all for a fantastic summer season this year.

Peace
The Phat

Check One, Check Two…

I guess every business get’s their share of junk mail. As HUNG PHAT, LLC there is a first.
Just the other day I had received an assortment of flyers targeting our business. Here is a sample flyer (one of fifty):

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