A Tuesday Night in Las Vegas Who: Brian, Tasha, Open What: Music, Drinks, Tacos, Whatever Where: Vegas, Velveteen Rabbit (Music Venue, Cocktail Bar) When: Present Day, 10:30PM Ratings: TBA
The Velveteen Rabbit sat in the city's arts district. A locals' bar that didn't serve any food, it was renowned for its cocktails and mixed drinks, and its dark, cushy decor and furnishings that brought to mind a Victorian estate on the edge of financial destitution. Every night, a rotating line-up of bands and solo musicians played on a stage in the back. Tonight there were three acts on the bill. The middle one, who called themselves the Death Spirals, were an alternative group who hopped in and out of genres like art rock, punk, and new wave. People thought the name was moody until Brian told them it was ripped from a pairs ice skating maneuver.
From his vantage point on stage, Brian couldn't see many faces, but he tended to forget they were out there once he got into it. He wrote a good portion of the songs, played keyboard and guitar depending on what the instrumentation called for, and sang backing vocals if forced. He was sweating from the lights and a little high from smoking out back. Towards the end of the set, all he could think about was getting a taco from a truck parked outside. He set down an empty beer bottle and wiped his face on his sleeve before the drummer took them into the last song.