The winged-tipped wankers at Kablooie (our miro management team of MBA wannbes) booked us at The Maverick Saloon. Yeehaw, we love the Maverick. A real stage in a big 'ole vaulted ceiling barn and a noisy bar filled with authentic working folks who drive pickups and have mud on their boots from...well, mud. Hard working guys and pretty women (who work hard too BTW) ready to party, just the way we like it. Now because this is not your typical Southern California surf-urban neighborhood filled with Cleavers and bunches of Brady's, the band willingly wavers slightly from its usual fare of straight up party dance rock. Let's say we go "a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll". No no no not the gag-worthy Donnie and Marie pablum...nosireebob. It's RedFish's version of western rock served up semi-LA style. Think longnecks meet sushi. Can you say Eagles, Jackson Browne slathered by Allman Bros with just a hint of Marshall Tucker? Say it ain't so, we dare ya. Just a musical pinch between the cheek and gum and yer two steppin' the work week away. Just don't get that stuff on your boots. Yeah, you know what we're talkin' 'bout Willis...er sorry, Wyatt.