The flashing neon “cocktails” sign should have tipped us off. The homeless man who helped us fit our car in a narrow space was yet another indication of what the night had in store. Michael’s Pub in North Hollywood is a bar’s bar. Cheap beers, grumpy old men, pool, etc. By the time the Quixotes took the stage (basically a small doorless closet at the end of the bar) an anxiousness had seized crowd. After yet another hard week in a harsh time the people needed an outlet and we, the Quixotes gave them that. Despite a few microphone glitches, and a few too many shots of whiskey the set was smashing. Don’t fret if you missed it as the Quixotes will be playing another gig their in October. This hole in the wall spot is actually one of the few places you can still see a good night of original bands for the price of FREE.
As for the Quixotes we head into the studio this weekend in hopes of pounding out five song EP to get up for sale for ya’ll…
stay in touch, keep drinking, and never, ever, find yourself on the wrong side of cool.


We were all there, Jones, Jabo, Paul, and myself on a band retreat in the heart of the Grand Canyon. Our water had run out and it seemed that the Mescaline had finally started to kick in. Just then, from the top of the canyon we saw him, a strange figure with purple wings and wild hair. After barking at us in a strange doglike language for several minutes he flew down in front of us. He removed the odd mask he was wearing to reveal that it was none other than the ghost of River Phoenix standing in front us in the canyon. He sat us down and told us things I could never repeat here, and as he turned to leave we still didn’t know why he had chosen us to hear his message. Then he turned around, spit twice on his hands, and told us “Quixotes… it’s your time, play the Viper Room, and awaken my soul forever with your distorted power chords and devil may care attitude. When I awoke I realized it was just a dream. Then I received two calls. The first one was Jones telling we he had had the exact same dream. The second was a voice I didn’t recognize. “Is this Sam?” Yeah asshole who’s calling, “This is Johnny, Johnny Depp, I’d like you guys to play my club next month.”

We’re still not entirely sure why they even let us play there, but nevertheless the Quixotes did indeed grace the stage of the historic Roxy. It was a wild night on the Sunset Strip and by the time we got up on stage we were blitzed, probably a little more than we should have been. There was spilled beer, blood, a broken Bass, and 30 minutes of pure rock and roll. The crowd was close to 150 by the time we were done, with several of our most loyal supporters getting the boot after the second song. When all was said and done we had sold close to 80 tickets, and enough money to make shirts for the next show. More importantly the Quixotes made a statement about just what type of rock and roll they profess. Stay tuned for the next gig, it won’t be for a few weeks, so save up your liver cuz the ante is about to raised.
