Clayton, Iowa. Badass bass man. 2004
One of the many benefits of our recent move to NYC is the parade of visitors—old friends and family—who are likely to look us up when they pass through town. We hope it works like that, anyway. The day before New Year's Eve I got a text from this guy, my friend Eddie Elliott's little brother Dom. Dom said he was coming up from D.C. to celebrate New Year's in New York. Great. Molly and I had no plans so I was looking forward to seeing him.
I met Dom back in 2004 when he and Eddie played a bunch of gigs around the U.S. that I happened to catch. (A couple here at Bill's on the Mississippi River in Iowa, a show in Annapolis, Maryland and a gig in Boulder, CO.) Dom also showed up in Austin with Eddie back in '09, after Molly had just moved from L.A. and I was out visiting her in Texas. Dom (and Eddie) even helped us paint the trim on Casa Verde back then. I hadn't seen him since. But now, here we are relocating nearly 6 years later—Texas to New York this time— and he shows up yet again in our life?
I was liking the symmetry of this situation.
And then it didn't happen, after multiple texts, in which I told Dom we were eager to meet him out in Brooklyn post-midnight—before shamefully confessing that we'd been stricken with a serious need to nap not long before midnight. My new wife was down for the count, with no desire to head out into the New Year's Eve night. I'm not sure if Dom and his all-night party posse ever made it over to Brooklyn. (He did send me a text from Times Square just after midnight saying he was on his way to Brooklyn.) Either way, I'm sure a guy who rocks this hard on top of speakers in an Iowa bar on the Mississippi somehow managed to have a good ol' time in New York City on New Year's Eve. Until next time, Dom . . .