I saw a band called The Faculty Lounge, made up of local teachers, perform Saturday night. They were quite good, playing the sort of classic funk/R&B/soul goodness that sets one's toes to tapping and one's booty shakin', and they drew quite a crowd to my dive-y little neighborhood tap. The singer's voice perfectly matched the material with amazing range, the band was tight, and the horn section really made the music come alive. I didn't have to go out of my way to see them, but I would, I definitely would.

I wasn't actually hot for any of them, though, that was just a semi-clever title. In reality, I could barely see them, because the dance floor in front of the stage was consistently packed, and because they were all a bit height-challenged (and I can say that, because I am, too). Going out to various local venues over the years, I've noticed that the average Iowan is a little on the short side, which perplexes me. You'd think with all the corn-fed Iowa beef and pork we eat 'round here, folks would grow tall and sturdy as redwoods, tall enough to see over all that corn. But this does not seem to be the case.

And the point of that was...nothing, I'm just sayin'.

(Later, that same evening...)
Guess what was playing on the radio when I started up my car tonite? Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher". For reals!