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Rosie Thomas at Club Cafe

Rosie Thomas played Club Cafe last weekend with surprising cheer, despite having all of her equipment stolen two days prior. "We were robbed. They stole everything: our instruments, my pretty dresses, even my socks and underwear." Yet in a voice an octave above her singing range peppered with intermittent chuckles, she described the generosity of strangers who provided replacement instruments.

With the exception of a slightly buzzing guitar pickup, their replacement equipment fared extremely well, though Rosie missed some instruments. "This song had a string part. It would've been great. So would having underwear."

And she dedicated a song to the robbers, but emphasized that she's not always this nice. "Really, I'm not much of a saint. If I saw them, I'd kick their asses. I hope their Easter sucks."

Openers the Winterpills played catchy rock, particularly Honey in the Chemicals and Pills for Sara.

We followed the show with nineties dancing at the Shadowlounge and the Restive show at Spice Cafe, where the band played a ton of good, funky songs whose titles I don't know yet. My favorite (and only because I know the name of the cover) was the highly danceable Hoochie Coochie Man