I was on the jamcruise (Jan.2004) and I have to say if it wasn't for that strange

sequence of events that led me to be at the Green Parrot with DTB, I would

have missed out on one of the finest experiences of my life.

In the first place, the Green Parrot is the quintessential perfect bar. Its

old, mostly open to the warm breezes and street sounds on two sides, totally

eclectic in character, and small enough to feel like a private party. Its

the kind of place musicians aspire to get to play at sometime in their

career, not because of size or reputation, but because it's fulfulling in

its own right.

And while a musician may someday be fortunate enough to play at the Green

Parrot, NOBODY is allowed to dance on the bench in the back next to the

street window, which for liability reasons just isn't allowed. They employ a

security guy just to tell you that you have to jump down. All except for me,

that is! I have no idea how it came about, but the security guy was told by

the manager that I had to stand on the bench because I was shooting video.

And ok, I did shoot video (which you'll get if you want, once I have the

audio attached right), but there was no way I was going to stand on that

bench and not dance my heart out when dtb played! I had the absolute best

view & sound in the house... 20 feet from the band dead center... looking

out over the sea of happy people... turning around outside to watch the

white parrot on the shoulder of a friendly local... Gary and Mark smiling

nearby... surrounded and enfolded by the donna vibe at its highest. And they

did play!

Yeah, the jamcruise was a blast. But if they would have remembered their

documents, the Green Parrot would never have happened... life is strange,

life is good, life is all that it should be.

Carol Knapp