At 10 PM every Wednesday night in May and June I’ll be playing in Madame Pamita‘s band at a French restaurant in Silverlake called Taix. It’s not nearly as formal as the restaurant’s web site implies. We start when the kitchen closes for the night, and there are a couple bands after us.
It’s a fun gig. Pamita’s act alternates tarot readings of audience members with hillbilly songs from the 19-teens and 1920s. Also the band gets dinner on the house before the set, and it’s a far cry from normal gig food, which is usually something like rock-bottom slices of pizza at the nearest dive.