Happy Spring

We have survived yet another winter in Floyd.  The weather was mild compared to last year, but you know as well as I, it was not without it’s challenges.  Business, however, was unexpectedly constant.  The weather was a help, I only got snowed in once, and it was really just because I wanted the day off.  What we didn’t account for was the surge of people, Dogtown Crew included, with cabin fever that would venture out if it wasn’t inclement weather.  So many grateful customers, happy to have their social fix to uplift their winter blues.

New Years Eve was my first time back on the scene after a much needed break to recoup and regroup.  Sparkles and spangles spruced up the event while 3 fantastic DJ’s filled the Sun Music Hall with good beats for a full night of dirty dancing, champagne toasts, and midnight kissing.

The 2nd Annual Mardi Gras Costume Ball, to benefit Blue Mountain School, came with a gusto as people from all over came decked to the hilt in their best carnival attire. Local musicians, SpoonFight and Wildlife rocked the party with a zydeco flair and a some rockin’ blues; paying tribute to Dogtown Roadhouse with a cover of the Door’s “Roadhouse Blues”.   A late night costume contest concluded the event, featuring many outrageous jokers and some super-hot-mamas, myself included.

A full moon Equinox weekend, topped with warm weather, kicked off the Floyd Friday Night Street Party — where young and old come out of the woodwork to do what they do: JAM.  Dogtown celebrated the return of spring with a 2-stepin’ good time, lead by authentic honky-tonk musicians: JP Harris and the Tough Choices.  While the dub-steppin’ dancers patiently awaited their turn on the late night dance floor to DJ Tiki.

Overall, there is a feeling of renewal and celebration for making it through the winter.  Hobbling out of the cave, most of my pieces intact, I ready myself for spring training…but don’t think we are not stronger and braver because of our winter experiences. There are two ways to deal with the winter: embrace it or escape it (or maybe a little of both). Either way spring brings growth and gladness and for that I am grateful.

Catalysis for Change

Having a vision and pursuing it is a powerful act.  We have received much kudos for Dogtown Roadhouse and The Sun Music Hall.  Folks are so happy to have the venue reestablished, and about the way we have incorporated Dogtown into the Hall.

The word is out, The Sun is back on the scene.

All the marketing has gone over well, the website, the facebook page, the ads, the articles, the radio spots – they all portray an accurate view of what is now open for business, and the word of mouth has been the most powerful force.  Not only the customers, but also the Bands are spreading the word about what a great venue The Sun is and how hospitable the Dogtown crew is – with their amazing pizza and abundance of drink options.

It is in this full force – all hands on deck – now or never – time that power is created.  The power that comes from fame, money, success, hard work, and prestige.  “With great power comes great responsibility”. This is the call – the call to not let it all go to our heads – to continue to stay focused on the goal.  To work with humility, strategy and determination.

And we are tested – oh yes!  Trials and tribulations will test our courage, our commitment and our motives.  Stuff bubbles up to the surface. We question ourselves.  We question each other.  As Fall sets and with it Winter preparations- fears arise.  What will winter have in store for us this year?

Profound change while staying the course.

Beach into Fall

A much needed respite: a week with my friend and fellow Wife of Dogtown, Naomi, at my childhood beach vacation spot, Holden Beach, North Carolina.  The Daddies came down for a day, which was quite a spectacle, complete with a ‘Welcome Daddies’ banner and everything.  And in the wake of their leaving we found ourselves once again alone, and yet, with each other.

I am so grateful for this partnership, complete with a wife and children to find camaraderie in.  Unfortunately, I have also found myself in the usual pre-menstral depression that seems to come too often and last too long.  And yet, the Wives of Dogtown prevail!  With our heads held high we see that today is all we have and we live life to the fullest, in acceptance of what is, while at the same time, crafting the future and sobbing in our wine glasses.

We are proud of our ambitious husbands, and their hair-brained schemes.  I admit I was more than supportive in the idea stage, and after the ship set sail, I have had my fair share of doubts.   I am inspired by the hard work and determination I see in both of the Dogfathers. We are through Floydfest, and the summer is ending.  Fall is here, the kids are going back to school. The people are eager to spend time together, to celebrate the harvest and all the hard work that has been put in this season.

Its the time to dig in our heels.  We are digging them in with 3 big acts on The Sun stage and plenitudes of smaller ones in the Roadhouse.  Acts that keep both the Roadhouse Stage and the Sun Music Hall bumpin’ all through the fall season, any time someone might want to venture out.  Date Night, Lunch Out, Family Night, Sunday Matinee Movies, 5 O-clock Happy Hour, Open Mic – whatever the occasion – Dogtown is the place to make it.

The restaurant has had a chance to get its feet wet and now is the time to show its stuff.  The music promotion has been a larger endeavor than expected, but it feels like a much needed piece of the puzzle and has the potential to be such an amazing venue. We stand behind our husbands 100%, and are spreading the word about the venture with “shameless promotion”.  Now is the time to give it all its got.  Full Throttle…Home Stretch…Winter’s a Comin’ …Get Ready…Lets Go!

Revitalize the SUN

Devil Makes Three

Wed 15 Sep

With a slightly punky perspective on vintage American blues, The Devil Makes Three is a breath of fresh musical air on its eponymous Milan debut. Laced with elements of ragtime, country, folk and rockabilly, the critically praised, drummer-less trio – consisting of guitarist/frontman Pete Bernhard, stand-up bassist Lucia Turino and guitarist Cooper McBean – brings forth a genuine approach to acoustic music that is deeply steeped in rhythm.

Opening Band: Old Sledge 6pm

www.thedevilmakesthree.com/

$10 Advance

$12 Day of Show

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Stephaniesid

Thu 16 Sep

“A very mesmerizing mix of songs that can be hushed and calm one moment, and then suddenly dark and explosive the next.” – Robin Hilton, NPR All Songs Considered

“…a rather transcendent set by indie pop maven act, Stephaniesid. The band was different, melodic, quirky, and just plain good when one thinks of how many bands were trashing guitars throughout the tents at this point…

www.stephaniesid.com//

$5 Cover

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Shotgun Party

Fri 24 Sep

Shotgun Party’s self-titled release steps into the swing-trio wake, as if the Hot Club of Cowtown rear-ended the Damnations. Slap-bass man Christopher Crepps most recently thumped for the Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash, but it’s the divine teaming of fiddler Katy Rose Cox (ex-Uncle Fucker) and singer/guitarist/composer Jenny Parrott that makes this roots-rock outfit crackle. Parrott reveals a marvelous feel for back-porch poetry in her lyrics;

Facebook www.shotgunfiesta.com

No Cover

Donna the Buffalo

Sat 02 Oct

Donna the Buffalo‘s eclectic and often socially conscious music has it’s base in traditional mountain music and is infused with elements of Cajun/ zydeco, rock, folk, reggae, and country. The group’s core are vocalists Tara Nevins, who plays fiddle, guitar, accordion, and scrubboard, and guitarist Jeb Puryear. Keyboardist Dave McCracken, bassist Kyle Spark, and drummer Vic Stafford complete the ensemble.

www.donnathebuffalo.com

$20 Advanced
$25 Day of Show

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Pimps Of Joytime

Fri 15 Oct

Bandleader Brian J is a charismatic and soulful visionary, whose well-crafted songs invite the listener to enter a world of infectious dance grooves and indelible melodies. Spending formative years in New York City, New Orleans and Los Angeles, Mista J honed his craft, becoming an accomplished live performer, multi-instrumentalist and producer.

Opening Band: The Alliens

$10 Advance

$15 Day of Show

Tickets on Sale Sept. 6th

Positive Vibrations Welcome

“How’s it going?” they all want to know.

“Oh, its great, just great,” I say smiling.

They wait to here more.

“Its been steady busy, especially on the weekends, and everyone is excited to have a place like this in town.  It shows another face of Floyd.” I add.

Its true, it is great.  The atmosphere is great, the people are great, the performance is great, the bar is great and of course the pizza is spectacular.  People love it.  We love it.  The town needed something just like this.

Then inevitably comes, “Its a hard business; I don’t envy you there,” they go on, “requires a lot of time and energy”.

“Yes it does,” I respond, my mood somewhat sobered, “We are all a bit exhausted already and its not even Floydfest.  Qi Gong  has been the fuel that has kept Jon and I going”.  Some have even gone so far to say, “it can suck the life right out of you!”

“Wow, really, are you really saying this to me?” I think.

Its 4:27am and I have been up for over an hour.  Tossing and turning, trying to get back to sleep.  My bed is not exactly empty, it has 2 snuggling children that woke in the night and came and got into it, but no husband.

Its the second night this week that he has been too tired to drive home.  And not the first night I have woken up worried.  Its a long drive – late at night – in the country – in the dark.  Jon and Naomi have both hit deer in the past 2 weeks, and I have been pulled by a state trooper.

This happened last year with all the traveling as well, the late nights – the worrying.  And I thought, “I can not endure another season of this,”  but here I am.  What is that adage? What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger.

Jon says, “this is not time to take a break or slow down, it is time to show up and give it 110%.”  Its true; and it is also time to pray for safety and sustainability.

This Ship has set Sail

The Avett Brother's Concert Image

Its finally here, the Roadhouse is having its official Grand Opening celebration this weekend! I can’t be more thrilled.  What a wild ride it has been, and the funny part is: this is only the beginning. The past month has been a whirlwind of activity.  Oven building, contracting labor, ordering dinnerware and supplies, trying to find used equipment and furniture, then installing, assembling, creating, organizing, sprucing, cooking, cleaning, and finally opening.

A month ago, I walked into the place, and there where 12 paint samples on the wall, tape on the floor to mark the floorplan, and a huge hole in the ground where the oven was going to go.  I thought, “oh man, we are never going to get this place open.” but then very quickly, that thought was replaced with a new one, “we just need to get that oven built, and everything will fall into place.”  As luck would have it, Jon had the exact same thought, and that’s just what happened.   And what a fine oven it is, thanks to the talents of Jon Roberts and Ezra Brett.

As the oven was being built, Naomi (Scott’s wife (yes she exists)) and I wondered, “what needs doing that we can take on?”.  As two moms with many additional responsibilities, we quickly realized:  thrift store and online shopping.  Naomi, living in Roanoke, took the lead on hitting up all the thrift stores on a regular bases, and acquiring great finds on things like: mirrors, vases, baskets, kids table and chairs, a vanity (for the greenroom) and much more.  I, working a full time job, did most of my shopping online.  We picked flatware, dinnerware, glassware, recycled paper products, business cards, t-shirts, and pint glasses imprinted with the D-Star.  And the best part was when all of these ‘presents’ started arriving.

Meanwhile, the guys, made a trip to a used restaurant supply store and came home thrilled with all the great deals.  They had almost completed their equipment purchases, besides the kegerator (which they were not skimping on).  The equipment arrived with much anticipation only to cause thorough disappointment with each and every piece.  What a rip off!  Its the only major thing that has gone wrong.  That said, most all of it is working now, after many phone calls and frequent repair visits, and we did rescue it from a landfill.

All of that was quickly forgotten with the arrival of the bar.  What a beautiful piece of furniture.  There is something truly breathtaking about this bar.  The wood, the placement, and above all, it is the craftmanship of Benji Osbourne that makes it stand out. We briefly considered applying a poly to it, but no, one cannot coat something that raw, that organically beautiful, in plastic. So we have applied, lets see, probably at least 8 coats of tung oil, and boy does that baby glow!

These past two weeks it has all has come together and I have to say I am amazed at what people can accomplish with they work together toward a common goal that they are all excited about.  The way everything has fallen in to place, piece by piece, person after person, everyone helping, everyone working, everyone laughing and crying and singing and dancing.  How could the building inspector, the health inspector, and the abc agent do anything but PASS US WITH FLYING COLORS!

And the staff, I have to hand it to Jon, not once did he fret about finding good help.  We have an amazing crew!  It is a special place to work and they all believe in it.  Let me announce and congratulate: Heidi as front of house manager, Bob as bar tender, Travis as Scott’s first mate on the the line, Graham as Jon’s private in charge of sound and mood, Sadi and Arlene our rising star servers, and Mike our dishwasher and MVP.

Friday night, June 18th, during the middle of a previously scheduled private event, Jon walks over to the door and flips the closed sign to open – its showtime folks.  It just so happened that other organizations in the town of Floyd have spent months preparing for this very weekend: The Hundred Anniversary of the Floyd Country Store, The Floyd Town Jubilee and the Blue Cow Arts in the Park, where all going on around us.  It made for an instant success, all we had to do was let them in, and as Scott likes to say , ” do what we do.”

Now, with the wind in our sails, the full moon to light the way and the north star to guide us; we have set sail on a new adventure.  It is cause to celebrate, and this weekend we invite everyone to come an join in our both our bon voyage and our long awaited homecoming.

Dogtown finds its Roadhouse

~katie roberts

I’ve been bugging Jon about writing in his blog, and I realized, “I don’t have a blog, who am I to nag?”  It is one of those many repressed desires or short comings that I find myself pointing out in other people, when all the time it is something I need to do.

Because we live in a small town, most have already heard about our decision to take over the Sun Music Hall and the cafe space in the front.  This journey began at the Mardi Gras party when Jon was approached by a few folks regarding the availability of the cafe. While pondering this idea he turns his head and who is standing next to him, Anga (the proprietor of the Winter Sun).  He mentions the space and she lights up, “When can you meet?”

This was not when I first heard the story however.  All I can remember is sitting at the kitchen table, watching Jon, who was standing up in the kitchen animated with excitement, letting me in on his little secret hope. The best way to describe what happened next is that feeling you get when you are click-click-clicking your way to the top of a roll-a-coaster.  Resistance, concerns, nervousness, judgment, and ultimately that all stems out of a very primal FEAR!  The next thing I know a shift happens. (you know what they say, ‘shift happens’)  The shift from resistance to surrender.  “Throw your hands in the air, and wave em around like you just don’t care” cause this ride is just getting started folks.

Oh and that first drop is always the best, the mindlessness that comes with a mix of excitement and utter terror, combined with a helpless abandon.  There is just nothing like it.  What goes up, most come down, at least on this dimension.  Some call it buyer’s remorse, others a reality check, I just call it the ebbs and flows.  Those weeks following, up until now, and I am under no illusions that it is even close to be over; have been one wild ride.

While there are many growing edges that all seem to be happening at once right now, there is also a feeling of confidence in our ability to pull this one off.  It just feels right.  After all, all our experiences have brought us to this point (profound, I know). No really, the support we have received for this project has been truly humbling (you know who you are)  and for that and all our many blessings we are grateful.

No turning back now,  Dogtown Pizza, traveling wood fired oven, has found its Roadhouse.